Ever Heard of Central Heating? Lovely.

I need to whine a bit before I start with story time. Every freaking hall and bathroom in this entire nation is FUCKING COLD. I know that the environment matters and shit, but hell! I don't need to get all nipple-y every time I go to the bathroom. Do you see this snow, Britain? You sure talk about it a lot. Get some decency and warm up the toilet seats.

On another note:
There was NO mood lighting on Virgin. Oh well. Us Haverford kids took a picture before we boarded.Yes, Michele, I see your headphones. Gorgeous. No really, you are and I'm sorry for putting this up.

Some people slept on the plane...

...I wasn't so lucky. That's fine 'cause I don't like sleep anyway. I get to be more grumpy without it.

I'd like to thank our driver here for not dumping me off where he intended.

Side note: MY EFFING MAID(man) JUST CLEANED MY ROOM. Haters go ahead and hate.

The first day was a blur of queues and queues and more queues. Ran into a Peter Sturtevant lookalike and took the lovely bus (been doin' a lot of that) to King's. Got a phone as well and felt a whole lot more connected to the world. I think Carphone Warehouse swindled us, but 300 free texts seems decent. Went to my first pub (Ye Olde Cock something...of course I went there first...) with the Havertwats and some new lovelies. Spent 3 something for a beer. Fuck. Stupid Strand being all expensive. Make that London. After that pound removing experience, we checked out a hole in the wall Indian joint. Good to know that London does have its more jenkity side.

Yesterday we (Katie, James, Johanna--HEY!) did some classic tourist stuff. Montage o' tourism:

Covent Garden is for idiots.

Trafalgar fails to impress. Why is that girl skipping behind me? It's gray out. Get the mood right.

Thanks for the update, Katie.

An Englishman is a person who does things because they have been done before. An American is a person who does things because they haven't been done before.

Mark Twain

Therefore, I am the first person to ever climb this monument.

Katie's making eyes at me.

WTF pt. 1

WTF pt. 2: subtitled - prawn cocktail???

Everything is just slightly different here. The keyboards have the @ symbol in a completely novel location and the shift key is minuscule. Coins actually are worth something here. It's the little things that throw me off the most. Double-decker buses and crisps were expected, but I had no idea what taking my coffee "white" meant.

Last night I went out with the Haverford ladies who turned up the glamour for a bit. We even took a taxi! Fancy!

Wrong camera guys. Where do you think you're looking?

Katie owns this.

After the club "experience" and chatting with a guy who got stabbed in Finsbury we decided to call it a night. There was no way I was going to get back to Camberwell from Bloomsbury, so I used my apparent drunk compass skills (sorry Katie) to catch the night bus back to London Bridge. Night buses apparently go everywhere. Cool.

OK now I'll stop.