13 Jan, 2007 (Saturday) London, Chiswick
In Chiswick
1238 (London time) 13 Jan, 2007
For all of you out there it's pronounced Chis-sick. To further clarify, it's a surburb of London, a little South-West of the city core on the District tube line.
The last few days I've been living on Megan's couch in their spare room. It's a nice little fold-out number. No stray springs or inconvenient lumps. I get the room to myself and I've been doing my best not to spray my belongings across the room. Although the longer I'm here the more difficult it becomes.
In the past few days I've started the 'getting set in London' routine. Yesterday I got my mobile phone SIM and did basic grocery shopping at Sainsbury's. Today it was the agency appointment to set-up a bank account and initial arrival advice. The two guys from the bank tried to be amusing, but between the inane questions from my fellow new-to-the-UKers (how do these people find their way out of their countries? It baffles me!) and slow pace I just wanted to up it and run!
Arrival of Lauren
Lauren arrived in London today. She was waiting for me at Oxford Circus Station in a pink sweater and black boots. She's looking good, with that same cheeky grin. We went coat shopping, then walked up and down Oxford Street while I tried to find the agency office. The agency meeting was rivetting. I sometimes wonder how these people find their way out their front doors, let alone out to another country.
Sloppy Guisseppe's
I finally met Elliot, Megan's boyfriend tonight. We had a few drinks at the O Bar in SOHO, and found our way to Pizza Express, which turned out to be better than expected. He's very charming young chap, bright and relaxed. A self-confessed IT geek I quickly warmed to him. It also helped that he was impressed that I could remember what was on his pizza from a glance at the menu (Sloppy Guisseppe - named after the chef who first made the pizza by mistake, tomato base topped with beef, green peppers and mushroom. I'm so talented!).
1238 (London time) 13 Jan, 2007
For all of you out there it's pronounced Chis-sick. To further clarify, it's a surburb of London, a little South-West of the city core on the District tube line.
The last few days I've been living on Megan's couch in their spare room. It's a nice little fold-out number. No stray springs or inconvenient lumps. I get the room to myself and I've been doing my best not to spray my belongings across the room. Although the longer I'm here the more difficult it becomes.
In the past few days I've started the 'getting set in London' routine. Yesterday I got my mobile phone SIM and did basic grocery shopping at Sainsbury's. Today it was the agency appointment to set-up a bank account and initial arrival advice. The two guys from the bank tried to be amusing, but between the inane questions from my fellow new-to-the-UKers (how do these people find their way out of their countries? It baffles me!) and slow pace I just wanted to up it and run!
Arrival of Lauren
Lauren arrived in London today. She was waiting for me at Oxford Circus Station in a pink sweater and black boots. She's looking good, with that same cheeky grin. We went coat shopping, then walked up and down Oxford Street while I tried to find the agency office. The agency meeting was rivetting. I sometimes wonder how these people find their way out their front doors, let alone out to another country.
Sloppy Guisseppe's
I finally met Elliot, Megan's boyfriend tonight. We had a few drinks at the O Bar in SOHO, and found our way to Pizza Express, which turned out to be better than expected. He's very charming young chap, bright and relaxed. A self-confessed IT geek I quickly warmed to him. It also helped that he was impressed that I could remember what was on his pizza from a glance at the menu (Sloppy Guisseppe - named after the chef who first made the pizza by mistake, tomato base topped with beef, green peppers and mushroom. I'm so talented!).
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