I'm in London now but will be going back to the northern farm tomorrow. Well, I'll make it as far as Manchester, i still have to buy a ticket to the Wirral (I really should be doing that now!) My first night in London I met Patty Wagon and he took me to the hostel he was staying at. It wasn't cheap (think $40/night. Thanks exchange rate!) but the stories we have from the night should last for a long time.
There was an 80s party the night we arrived so Patty and I decided to attend. We met lots of people and were having a laugh when suddenly a Kiwi guy I was talking to took offence to something (nothing I did, something must have snapped in his head) and he started getting agressive and pushy. He was a dick so I stopped talking to him and Patty and I decided we'd just go to our room and hit the hay.
Upon arriving we encountered our most thoughtfull roomate Lyndsay from California who was back from a job interview/date and had the lights on in the room and wasn't trying to be quiet at all. Patty and I talked to her for about 45 minutes trying to convince her that the £300 dinner she's just had with a 40 year old man, during which the conversation had turned to the topic of sex, might be an indication that she was going to be expected to do more than just watch his daughter. She agreed eventually but seemed to have no problem with it at all.
Then we went to sleep.
Then I woke up to the sounds of her sleeping with one of our other roommates. That went on for about 45 minutes and then I went back to sleep. When I woke up I got out of bed and Lyndsay was sitting on the edge of her bunk wrapped in blankets.
"Hey, can you pass me a shirt?"
I did.
"No, not that one, can you pass me that shirt?"
I did. I figured fine, she needs a shirt, no biggie.
"Can you pass me a pair of pants?"
I did, and in the process discovered the underwear of Anthony which had lost the previous night and which Lyndsay had refused to help him find because she was tired.
The next day we met a stranger in the street that tried to sell us some roasts of beef he had in a plastic bag and I'm pretty sure a man beside me in the train station toilet was masturbating in the urinal next to me.
London is a world class city.
4 comments:
you know when when i first started reading this post and you talked about this lindsay girl being on an job interview/date i thought... gee if your looking to financial benefit from a date that sounds like prostitution... then i read the rest... sounds like a world class girl! Was she wearing this other guys underwear? Is she single? ...er ignore that last one. Way to shatter my illusions about the nobility of london. Glad to hear your still having fun though.
jd.
saw this the other day & thought of you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSb-nV8l2QY
Sorry to shatter your illusions, trust me, that's the last thing I'd wanted to do! Imagine my own surprise learning what I did about the character of Cali Girls!! I'd always assumed they were sweet and naive before this fiasco!
I'm at the library again sans headphones so I'm going to have to assume there wasn't anything I missed soundwise on that clip! My brother had showed me that one before, but it never really gets old!
Poo.
I think the sound is half the entertainment. At least you saw it before. I should have known. ;)
~S
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