Last week I was on the tube home when a guy jumped on who I knew. I told myself off because I'd been in London 4 days and didn't know anyone! So I watched him awhile and tried to figure out who he was.
He was an ex. He was exactly an ex. Same build, same height, same receding patches, same hands, same pot belly, same eye colour, same bloody freckle above his collar bone. It was very strange. My delightful mother suggested, when recounting this story a couple of days later, that I lean over and whisper "I know a whole lot about you" but agreed that it wouldn't have been a good idea when I mentioned he was wearing a wedding ring!
This has been happening a lot over here and I'm starting to find it strange. There have been 5 people that I've seen that have English twins. It is the strangest, strangest thing. It's not like you see someone and see a couple of similarities, these are a whole lot of similarities that make you stop and think hold on.
Like a conversation I got into with a couple because I stopped the lady because she was the spitting image of a friend. No, she'd never been to Australia but her husband had. Who went on the tell me that he'd been in Royal Hobart Hospital with a hernia in the late 70's. End of his hippie days he said!
The things you learn!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Grumble, grumble, grumble
If you do not wish to read a ranty post, click the little X now.
I have a strange English friend who frequently rants about the NHS (and who is now recognising who I'm talking of and grinning!). I've always just put this down to the English pastime of complaining and didn't think much more of it, other than sympathise profusely (have I redeemed myself?).
Today, I agree with him wholeheartedly. Not about the NHS, but about Jobcentres and whichever bloody department runs them.
I had my appointment today for my National Insurance number. Getting the damn appointment was hard enough and this reminds me that I haven't written my complaint about that company yet. Must do that. I'll save ranting about that because you've all heard me bitch about them. But finally, 25th March rolls around and I had my appointment. I arranged the time off with work, not a problem and set off to battle the tube and track closures to get there.
To discover that they've sent me to a centrelink office in bloody Gagebrook. Usually I like getting out of the city centre for these things, it gives me a better idea about the layout of the city etc. But no, this was not fun. You read things about the LA teen gangs making their move to London and this is obviously where they're based. What a fun way to spend an afternoon.
I rock up for my appointment, early, fill out a form and wait. Am promptly taken with several others to another part of the building to wait some more. A guy comes through to do my interview and he loves Australians. All my paperwork was in order - thank god! I'd been worrying about it but it's not as big a deal as it sounded - and we make conversation about tassie devils (and I wish I'd taken Jack!), cane toads, rabbits (which were introduced into Australia by a guy who farmed in OUSE!! What are the chances!). I discover this because he'd seen Rabbit Proof Fence recently and wanted to talk about that. Mid-interview he jumps online, opens up wikipedia and shows me cane toads and about the rabbits, and then I got all excited about Thomas whoever farming near Ouse (I grew up near there and went to school there!!!) but he didn't seem to care, it wasn't part of his conversation! Finally it was all done and was told to sit on the couches again and wait for my passport. Any questions? How long will my passport be? 20mins. Good thinks I, as I have not having my passport either in my sight or with me.
1 hour and 30 mins later I get my passport.
I've come to the conclusion recently, after conversations and emails with my mother about certain things, that I get my rage levels from her, not my father as I'd previously thought. My folks had the odd row growing up as they all do and dad was always the vocal one, Tobe always quiet. In recent times I've seen her come home from school, the supermarket, friends houses where something has happened and she has raged internally about it. I do exactly the same thing (what do I say here? OMG I'm turning into my mother!). 30 mins past and I was getting kinda cranky, I wanted to get back to work. I asked the centre workers as they went backwards and forwards to be told that they were processing it, it wouldn't be long. People came and went. People who arrived AFTER I'd been waiting for said blue book for 30mins came and went. I had steam coming out of my ears.
I'm never, ever one for public confrontation, hell ANY kind of confrontation except when I'm bored (and I wasn't really in the mood), but I just wanted to strangle someone, anyone. My passport finally arrived, I snatched it and stormed off. In hindsight I feel kinda bad for not saying thank you but I'm sure I'll get over it. Didn't think until I was outside to check if it was actually MINE but it was, all good.
I left work at 12.40pm. I arrived back at work at 4.20pm. I honestly didn't think I'd make it back alive. People on the bus were pissing me off, tourists were pissing me off (a common rant these days, until reminded yesterday "Yes, but you're a tourist as well!" thanks!), the bus kept stopping at stops (the tube line I needed was too risky with closures) and I was just a cranky bum. I don't think I've ever felt so relieved to get into work, safe, cosy and familiar and to bag out English bureaucrats with proper English people.
So Toby, you'll be pleased to know that there is a Mini-Tobe toddling around London :P
I have a strange English friend who frequently rants about the NHS (and who is now recognising who I'm talking of and grinning!). I've always just put this down to the English pastime of complaining and didn't think much more of it, other than sympathise profusely (have I redeemed myself?).
Today, I agree with him wholeheartedly. Not about the NHS, but about Jobcentres and whichever bloody department runs them.
I had my appointment today for my National Insurance number. Getting the damn appointment was hard enough and this reminds me that I haven't written my complaint about that company yet. Must do that. I'll save ranting about that because you've all heard me bitch about them. But finally, 25th March rolls around and I had my appointment. I arranged the time off with work, not a problem and set off to battle the tube and track closures to get there.
To discover that they've sent me to a centrelink office in bloody Gagebrook. Usually I like getting out of the city centre for these things, it gives me a better idea about the layout of the city etc. But no, this was not fun. You read things about the LA teen gangs making their move to London and this is obviously where they're based. What a fun way to spend an afternoon.
I rock up for my appointment, early, fill out a form and wait. Am promptly taken with several others to another part of the building to wait some more. A guy comes through to do my interview and he loves Australians. All my paperwork was in order - thank god! I'd been worrying about it but it's not as big a deal as it sounded - and we make conversation about tassie devils (and I wish I'd taken Jack!), cane toads, rabbits (which were introduced into Australia by a guy who farmed in OUSE!! What are the chances!). I discover this because he'd seen Rabbit Proof Fence recently and wanted to talk about that. Mid-interview he jumps online, opens up wikipedia and shows me cane toads and about the rabbits, and then I got all excited about Thomas whoever farming near Ouse (I grew up near there and went to school there!!!) but he didn't seem to care, it wasn't part of his conversation! Finally it was all done and was told to sit on the couches again and wait for my passport. Any questions? How long will my passport be? 20mins. Good thinks I, as I have not having my passport either in my sight or with me.
1 hour and 30 mins later I get my passport.
I've come to the conclusion recently, after conversations and emails with my mother about certain things, that I get my rage levels from her, not my father as I'd previously thought. My folks had the odd row growing up as they all do and dad was always the vocal one, Tobe always quiet. In recent times I've seen her come home from school, the supermarket, friends houses where something has happened and she has raged internally about it. I do exactly the same thing (what do I say here? OMG I'm turning into my mother!). 30 mins past and I was getting kinda cranky, I wanted to get back to work. I asked the centre workers as they went backwards and forwards to be told that they were processing it, it wouldn't be long. People came and went. People who arrived AFTER I'd been waiting for said blue book for 30mins came and went. I had steam coming out of my ears.
I'm never, ever one for public confrontation, hell ANY kind of confrontation except when I'm bored (and I wasn't really in the mood), but I just wanted to strangle someone, anyone. My passport finally arrived, I snatched it and stormed off. In hindsight I feel kinda bad for not saying thank you but I'm sure I'll get over it. Didn't think until I was outside to check if it was actually MINE but it was, all good.
I left work at 12.40pm. I arrived back at work at 4.20pm. I honestly didn't think I'd make it back alive. People on the bus were pissing me off, tourists were pissing me off (a common rant these days, until reminded yesterday "Yes, but you're a tourist as well!" thanks!), the bus kept stopping at stops (the tube line I needed was too risky with closures) and I was just a cranky bum. I don't think I've ever felt so relieved to get into work, safe, cosy and familiar and to bag out English bureaucrats with proper English people.
So Toby, you'll be pleased to know that there is a Mini-Tobe toddling around London :P
Day in the life of...
7-8am: Waking, shower, out the door. Walk to the tube past (sometimes through depending how much time I have) Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens. Onto the Central Line at Queensway and I'm 5 stops to Holborn where I'm working just off the Strand. Breakfast is either coffee or stopping at Tesco's for a banana at the moment. I'm still stuck in my ways of rushing around at the last minute in the mornings!
9.15am: Start work. Am working for the Housing Ombudsman (just til the end of this week, see below re cool job!) and assisting with archiving, filing and their office move. The people there are great, large office but it's been very cool.
5.15pm: Finish work, woohoo! Walk to tube and I've developed a habit of arriving on the platform about 5 seconds before the doors close. The best thing about this is that I can get right on the edge of the train at Holborn and then the platforms change to the otherside of the train once we hit Tottenham Court Road, so no people squeezing past and it's usually a comfortable trip. At Queensway, your options are either megalift or stairs (123 of them. No, I didn't count, there's a sign :P). At the end of the day, I always choose the megalift and you get more crammed in there than you do on the tube. This is the one thing I do not like. Pick up the free papers on the way out if I haven't already to get my daily gossip.
6-6.30pm: Am usually home by about now and I dump my stuff and head out again. Usually to Tesco's or M&S (I found one nearby!!!!) for a frozen meal of sorts. The kitchen here is revolting, no fridge (good move) and you guys know how much I spread out in kitchens. I have a craving for a lasagne and movie day, but I'll get myself sorted soon.
7-10pm: Once I'm home and fed, I potter round for the rest of the evening, chat with people round the hostel, respond to fan mail, read the freebies, whatever book I'm reading at the time (currently A Million Little Pieces, James Frey, highly recommended), have a shower and head to bed.
I'm still getting a kick of going past places like Tottenham Court Road, Fleet Street, the Strand, Oxford Circus. I feel bad sometimes that I'm not playing tourist to tell you guys all these awesome stories, but life is good at the moment.
Pottered around through the city yesterday, from Tower Bridge up through Aldwych - very strange being at work on the weekend, specially public holiday, it was a ghost town - and through the West End. Found Walkabout (chain of Aussie pubs) to see if they had Cascade - they didn't - and feel safe in knowing that there is somewhere for me to play bogan and watch the footy and cars. Watched a street performer in Covent Garden, missed the bloody pillow fight (some world record attempt that I found out about today!) and got caught in a snow "storm" down near Big Ben. Camera battery is dead so there is no proof that I was actually there so I could be making it all up!
I'm in dire need of a manicure again - who would think that you'd hear me say that?! - they're getting much longer and I've finally stopped knawing on my last thumb. Toby would be so proud of me! Will do that on Sunday to celebrate my new job (I've got to stop celebrating my new job!!!!).
9.15am: Start work. Am working for the Housing Ombudsman (just til the end of this week, see below re cool job!) and assisting with archiving, filing and their office move. The people there are great, large office but it's been very cool.
5.15pm: Finish work, woohoo! Walk to tube and I've developed a habit of arriving on the platform about 5 seconds before the doors close. The best thing about this is that I can get right on the edge of the train at Holborn and then the platforms change to the otherside of the train once we hit Tottenham Court Road, so no people squeezing past and it's usually a comfortable trip. At Queensway, your options are either megalift or stairs (123 of them. No, I didn't count, there's a sign :P). At the end of the day, I always choose the megalift and you get more crammed in there than you do on the tube. This is the one thing I do not like. Pick up the free papers on the way out if I haven't already to get my daily gossip.
6-6.30pm: Am usually home by about now and I dump my stuff and head out again. Usually to Tesco's or M&S (I found one nearby!!!!) for a frozen meal of sorts. The kitchen here is revolting, no fridge (good move) and you guys know how much I spread out in kitchens. I have a craving for a lasagne and movie day, but I'll get myself sorted soon.
7-10pm: Once I'm home and fed, I potter round for the rest of the evening, chat with people round the hostel, respond to fan mail, read the freebies, whatever book I'm reading at the time (currently A Million Little Pieces, James Frey, highly recommended), have a shower and head to bed.
I'm still getting a kick of going past places like Tottenham Court Road, Fleet Street, the Strand, Oxford Circus. I feel bad sometimes that I'm not playing tourist to tell you guys all these awesome stories, but life is good at the moment.
Pottered around through the city yesterday, from Tower Bridge up through Aldwych - very strange being at work on the weekend, specially public holiday, it was a ghost town - and through the West End. Found Walkabout (chain of Aussie pubs) to see if they had Cascade - they didn't - and feel safe in knowing that there is somewhere for me to play bogan and watch the footy and cars. Watched a street performer in Covent Garden, missed the bloody pillow fight (some world record attempt that I found out about today!) and got caught in a snow "storm" down near Big Ben. Camera battery is dead so there is no proof that I was actually there so I could be making it all up!
I'm in dire need of a manicure again - who would think that you'd hear me say that?! - they're getting much longer and I've finally stopped knawing on my last thumb. Toby would be so proud of me! Will do that on Sunday to celebrate my new job (I've got to stop celebrating my new job!!!!).
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Ok, for the beginners I'll explain Mind the Gap Please. It is repeated over and over and over when the tube stops. I've said on many occassion that if I ever track down the person who recorded that, I'll be more popular than the Queen. It is so bloody annoying.
I've been in London for 2 weeks now (well, 2 weeks tomorrow).
The first couple of days competely sucked. The first time I'd checked my bag and it decided it wanted to stay in Germany. There were lovely storms in England, so I had my flight cancelled twice and delayed three times. And then I had a meeting with a recruiter the following day, so I got to spend my first day in London running around finding a suit, pretty shoes, getting my phone to work, trying to find a charger for my phone. It was a very hectic day.
Basically threw myself into finding work, I was hassling every recruiter I could find, sending my resume in 6 million directions. It was hectic, tiring but it paid off. I had temp work within 4 days and have just been offered a permanent gig with a luxury travel agency so I'm literally over the moon. In Camden of all places. Every know and then I'll remember and go back to being mega excited but calm myself down again. I haven't had the contract emailed yet so am not letting myself go crazy until I get that. You guys know how impatient I am, why does this have to happen over Easter!
I'm in love with Marks&Spencers. In love I tell you. I'd marry the joint if I could. You will understand why shortly. They have gooey easter eggs that shit all over Cadburys. I only discovered them yesterday which is a good thing, but if I can find any tomorrow keep an eye out in the post as you may be one of the lucky ones to receive one! Also sweet potato chips, yum. There isn't one near me which is good but there is one near work which is quite dangerous.
Easter has been quite, as expected. Easter eggs in Hyde Park, walks in Kensington Gardens, all the shops around here open Good Friday which was very strange. Went to see Horton Hears a Who! which was very, very funny. Jumped on the bus out to Camden yesterday to check out where the office is and have a wander around. Got caught in a snow/hail storm which was interesting and probably contributes to my lovely cold (not quite Man Flu yet!).
And the box FINALLY arrived! I now have clothes from home that I haven't worn for 2 months, I have vegemite (drool), my journal, my pretty shoes, a photo of a beautiful babby boy, another jolly stuffed toy(!!!), and some photos and bits and pieces. Although I'm accumulating stuff at an incredible rate, it's unreal.
Life is good here, I can't believe I put it off for so bloody long. Thank you for all your thoughts and wishes :)
M xx
I've been in London for 2 weeks now (well, 2 weeks tomorrow).
The first couple of days competely sucked. The first time I'd checked my bag and it decided it wanted to stay in Germany. There were lovely storms in England, so I had my flight cancelled twice and delayed three times. And then I had a meeting with a recruiter the following day, so I got to spend my first day in London running around finding a suit, pretty shoes, getting my phone to work, trying to find a charger for my phone. It was a very hectic day.
Basically threw myself into finding work, I was hassling every recruiter I could find, sending my resume in 6 million directions. It was hectic, tiring but it paid off. I had temp work within 4 days and have just been offered a permanent gig with a luxury travel agency so I'm literally over the moon. In Camden of all places. Every know and then I'll remember and go back to being mega excited but calm myself down again. I haven't had the contract emailed yet so am not letting myself go crazy until I get that. You guys know how impatient I am, why does this have to happen over Easter!
I'm in love with Marks&Spencers. In love I tell you. I'd marry the joint if I could. You will understand why shortly. They have gooey easter eggs that shit all over Cadburys. I only discovered them yesterday which is a good thing, but if I can find any tomorrow keep an eye out in the post as you may be one of the lucky ones to receive one! Also sweet potato chips, yum. There isn't one near me which is good but there is one near work which is quite dangerous.
Easter has been quite, as expected. Easter eggs in Hyde Park, walks in Kensington Gardens, all the shops around here open Good Friday which was very strange. Went to see Horton Hears a Who! which was very, very funny. Jumped on the bus out to Camden yesterday to check out where the office is and have a wander around. Got caught in a snow/hail storm which was interesting and probably contributes to my lovely cold (not quite Man Flu yet!).
And the box FINALLY arrived! I now have clothes from home that I haven't worn for 2 months, I have vegemite (drool), my journal, my pretty shoes, a photo of a beautiful babby boy, another jolly stuffed toy(!!!), and some photos and bits and pieces. Although I'm accumulating stuff at an incredible rate, it's unreal.
Life is good here, I can't believe I put it off for so bloody long. Thank you for all your thoughts and wishes :)
M xx
Monday, March 17, 2008
London Still
Or should the be 'Mind the Gap Please'. Grumble grumble.
So yes, I'm in London, finally. And yes, it's winter daily!
Spent today toddling around the Thames avoiding puddles with a girl from home which was good fun. We ended up at the Tower Bridge and had a wander around that.
It's been my first day playing tourist since Monday as I've really just been hassling recruitment agencies and trying to get as many appointments out of the way as possible. I have 3 days work Mon-Wed and some more interviews at the end of the week.
Will update more later xx
So yes, I'm in London, finally. And yes, it's winter daily!
Spent today toddling around the Thames avoiding puddles with a girl from home which was good fun. We ended up at the Tower Bridge and had a wander around that.
It's been my first day playing tourist since Monday as I've really just been hassling recruitment agencies and trying to get as many appointments out of the way as possible. I have 3 days work Mon-Wed and some more interviews at the end of the week.
Will update more later xx
Sunday, March 09, 2008
So much for a bag hiatus
I now have 2 new ones. The obligatory Prada from Rome and a red and black canvas one from Barcelona. Some of you might know my favourite bag of all time, my pink and white striped bargain from Big W years ago. It turned into the best but was ruined when it rained and the pink bleed into the white. I´ve been looking for something like it for ages but could never find that perfect one.
I did tonight :) Went for a walk along La Rambla, ice cream in hand. Followed along on a protest\rally for world womens day and then starting wandering along alleys (with hundreds of other people, don´t worry Tobe!).
Came across a small market I'd found yesterday morning and just had another look through. There was a stall that hadn´t been there yesterday and of course this was where the delightful\offending bag was found. I was umming and ahhing as I do so well, I'm fast running out of room in my pack. Ducked round the corner to a bar for a mojito - because you really need a clear head for these kinds of decisions! - keeping in mind that I had 20 minutes for my decision. Even though it had been made before I'd handed it back and left.
Went back and now I have it!! Photos will follow (eventually) of new bag, the Senegalese Prada bag and the new gloves.
Hope you're all well xx
I did tonight :) Went for a walk along La Rambla, ice cream in hand. Followed along on a protest\rally for world womens day and then starting wandering along alleys (with hundreds of other people, don´t worry Tobe!).
Came across a small market I'd found yesterday morning and just had another look through. There was a stall that hadn´t been there yesterday and of course this was where the delightful\offending bag was found. I was umming and ahhing as I do so well, I'm fast running out of room in my pack. Ducked round the corner to a bar for a mojito - because you really need a clear head for these kinds of decisions! - keeping in mind that I had 20 minutes for my decision. Even though it had been made before I'd handed it back and left.
Went back and now I have it!! Photos will follow (eventually) of new bag, the Senegalese Prada bag and the new gloves.
Hope you're all well xx
Thursday, March 06, 2008
I kissed David Beckham yesterday.
Yep, what a way to mark a holiday in Rome. I reckon I should sell my story to the tabloids once I get to London and make enough to come back here and live on tomatoes and mozarella.
Ok, so maybe David was looking a tad eastern European and I don't think his Italian is that great. Maybe it wasn't even David Beckham at all (I'll be truly shattered if it wasn't!)
Walking through Piazza Navona yesterday had a guy come up to me asking to put string round my finger. I'd had touts in my face all day (the downside of the lovely Fontana di Trevi and Spanish Steps) and I'd said no to all of them. By now, I was pissed off so kept doing my saying No firmly routine and kept moving. But he followed me didn't he, halfway down the piazza. I snapped, spung round and told him to bugger off. Which he gracefully did, lovely chap.
Later in day I got lost so to get my bearings headed back to Piazza Navona so I at least knew where I was. Spotted the annoying dude didn't I? As soon as I thought shit and ducked for covered in the middle of a tour group, he'd spotted me and came over, arms opening, apologising. From here on, it turned into a bit of a laugh. I started taking the piss out of him for being brave enough for annoying me again and didn't he realise that he'd ruined a precious day out of my holiday? So he laughed and wanted to show me the string thing for free, his way of making it up to me. So I know have a friendship style bracelet in Italian colours.
We chatted for a bit, and he asked again for a kiss on the cheek. I got one, he got one, well, he was supposed to get one until the bugger turned and caught my lips. Hey, even if he really wasn't Beckham, who can go to Rome and not feel bad about a kiss with a good looking Italian dude! He made me promise to go back down for dinner but funnily enough I didn't take him up on it.
Finished the day with getting my gloves! I'm the proud new owner of pink Italiand leather, cashmere lined gloves. They are divine and I keep trying them on and grinning like an idiot!
Today was spent at the Vatican which it just incredible. Started with the papal audience which was an experience. More like being at a football game than in a church (the church!). He did his thing for about 10 minutes and then took me an hour to get out. And I swore at a little kid. I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life.
Then the Vatican museum where they let me through as a student. And no, I didn't cheat the Vatican. I specifically told them that I wasn't a student, but they put me through as one. Score! It is massive, absolutely huge. Luckily because it's not high tourist season there weren't many people there. Yeah right, at any given time I had around 50 people around me. Once we hit the Sistene Chapel, I couldn't move. Unfortunately no photo's of Jack and Michelangelo, no photography allowed in there.
I have put some pics up, but every net place I find want to charge me around 10 euro to upload them. I'll sort them out eventually, but this is a start. They're up on facebook, links below if they work bcause I can never get links to work.
San Francisco - http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=28737&id=651260684
New York - http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=28735&id=651260684
Frankfurt - http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=28737&id=651260684
Off to Barcelona tomorrow and then London on Monday (should things all work out, if not thn Wednesday).
M xx
Ok, so maybe David was looking a tad eastern European and I don't think his Italian is that great. Maybe it wasn't even David Beckham at all (I'll be truly shattered if it wasn't!)
Walking through Piazza Navona yesterday had a guy come up to me asking to put string round my finger. I'd had touts in my face all day (the downside of the lovely Fontana di Trevi and Spanish Steps) and I'd said no to all of them. By now, I was pissed off so kept doing my saying No firmly routine and kept moving. But he followed me didn't he, halfway down the piazza. I snapped, spung round and told him to bugger off. Which he gracefully did, lovely chap.
Later in day I got lost so to get my bearings headed back to Piazza Navona so I at least knew where I was. Spotted the annoying dude didn't I? As soon as I thought shit and ducked for covered in the middle of a tour group, he'd spotted me and came over, arms opening, apologising. From here on, it turned into a bit of a laugh. I started taking the piss out of him for being brave enough for annoying me again and didn't he realise that he'd ruined a precious day out of my holiday? So he laughed and wanted to show me the string thing for free, his way of making it up to me. So I know have a friendship style bracelet in Italian colours.
We chatted for a bit, and he asked again for a kiss on the cheek. I got one, he got one, well, he was supposed to get one until the bugger turned and caught my lips. Hey, even if he really wasn't Beckham, who can go to Rome and not feel bad about a kiss with a good looking Italian dude! He made me promise to go back down for dinner but funnily enough I didn't take him up on it.
Finished the day with getting my gloves! I'm the proud new owner of pink Italiand leather, cashmere lined gloves. They are divine and I keep trying them on and grinning like an idiot!
Today was spent at the Vatican which it just incredible. Started with the papal audience which was an experience. More like being at a football game than in a church (the church!). He did his thing for about 10 minutes and then took me an hour to get out. And I swore at a little kid. I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life.
Then the Vatican museum where they let me through as a student. And no, I didn't cheat the Vatican. I specifically told them that I wasn't a student, but they put me through as one. Score! It is massive, absolutely huge. Luckily because it's not high tourist season there weren't many people there. Yeah right, at any given time I had around 50 people around me. Once we hit the Sistene Chapel, I couldn't move. Unfortunately no photo's of Jack and Michelangelo, no photography allowed in there.
I have put some pics up, but every net place I find want to charge me around 10 euro to upload them. I'll sort them out eventually, but this is a start. They're up on facebook, links below if they work bcause I can never get links to work.
San Francisco - http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=28737&id=651260684
New York - http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=28735&id=651260684
Frankfurt - http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=28737&id=651260684
Off to Barcelona tomorrow and then London on Monday (should things all work out, if not thn Wednesday).
M xx
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Crisis averted
My humble apologies to the sweet little Japanese girl whom I've been calling horrible, horrible names. Also to God for calling him a bastard.
I found the sunnies.
In other news, I have an audience with the Pope on Wednesday. I'm already practising not swearing, must be wholesome on Wednesday.
I found the sunnies.
In other news, I have an audience with the Pope on Wednesday. I'm already practising not swearing, must be wholesome on Wednesday.
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