Hey All
Another weekend is tailling off.
I've been awake for far too long.
I arrived home from clubbing last night at about 11, engineering works on the Northern Line making my journey home from Angel slightly different, this time taking the 30 to Archway then walking down Oxford Circus, wandering up to Holborn and exploring side streets I had never seen before. I found a pub hidden in an alleyway, with a sign saying 'Established 1549', and a plaque saying 'Established 1749'. Curious.
I also found a pretty big park, flanked on three sides by Georgian Mansions and with a Tudor looking complex of some sort on the fourth.
That was enough exploring for one day, so I hit the Central Line and headed East.
Arriving home around half 11, I checked my messages and did some writing here til about 1500. On my way home I had spotted a box full of door-top coat hooks (mental note, take photo) at a pound shop, something I had been looking for, for a while. Back at the flat it fit on my door nicely. Groovy, now I don't have to leave my jackets over the bedpost or hanging off the knob at the bottom of the bannister.
Then I jumped in the shower and pell melled to Tesco to do some much needed shopping before it shut.
Which I managed because I somehow time my departure just right to catch the 257. Shopping was managed quickly thanks to the list that I had compiled on the Tube home
Back at the flat I threw some towels into the machine and headed to the the tube station, planning to head to WH Smith at Stratford to buy some magazines and head back home in time to pull the towels out of the wash.
When I got to Stratford I discovered that the WH Smith had closed two minutes earlier (1702, no less), so I jumped back on the Central Line, taking it all the way to Tottenham Court Road (fortunately I had bought a Kerrang at Stratford, otherwise I would have had nowt to read for the journey... I had left Queen of Swords by Michael Moorcock (my current Tube/Queue book) in my other jacket, not expecting a long journey.
At Tottenham Court Road I hit Borders, with about 15 minutes to spare before it closed.
I managed to find most of the magazines that I was looking for, and I also found a stack of Alt Mags. I noticed an older goth with a Sisters of Mercy shirt under a leather jacket thumbing through it at the shelf. He didn't buy it. Lousy tire-kicker : )
With a couple of Magazines in my bag I figurd I should see if Forbidden Planet was still open (it wasn't), I checked to see if the Shaftesbury Avenue Fopp was open (it was) and I kept strolling Eastways, whereupon I wandered into Covent Garden, where I got tallking to a couple of University Socialists outside a Astrology shop.
The details of the conversation aren't really worth replicating, but strangely one of them disagreed with me that Adolf Hitler was a Nationalist, or maybe she meant to disagree in an entirely different way.
On the same street I found a cute little colourful shop full of Kitch-y things, and got talking to an Australian girl from Sydney.
The shop was too cute and thee conversation was interesting.
After that shop closed I found a Fish and Chip shop around the corner, but I figured I would wander down to Leicester Square instead, where I ran into a friend of mine that I haven't seen for months.
Chatted to her for a bit, then headed home... to discover the towels in the washer that I had left there four hours ago.
D'oh!
Nevermind.
I will sleep well tonight.
Over and out.
-J
I've been awake for far too long.
I arrived home from clubbing last night at about 11, engineering works on the Northern Line making my journey home from Angel slightly different, this time taking the 30 to Archway then walking down Oxford Circus, wandering up to Holborn and exploring side streets I had never seen before. I found a pub hidden in an alleyway, with a sign saying 'Established 1549', and a plaque saying 'Established 1749'. Curious.
I also found a pretty big park, flanked on three sides by Georgian Mansions and with a Tudor looking complex of some sort on the fourth.
That was enough exploring for one day, so I hit the Central Line and headed East.
Arriving home around half 11, I checked my messages and did some writing here til about 1500. On my way home I had spotted a box full of door-top coat hooks (mental note, take photo) at a pound shop, something I had been looking for, for a while. Back at the flat it fit on my door nicely. Groovy, now I don't have to leave my jackets over the bedpost or hanging off the knob at the bottom of the bannister.
Then I jumped in the shower and pell melled to Tesco to do some much needed shopping before it shut.
Which I managed because I somehow time my departure just right to catch the 257. Shopping was managed quickly thanks to the list that I had compiled on the Tube home
Back at the flat I threw some towels into the machine and headed to the the tube station, planning to head to WH Smith at Stratford to buy some magazines and head back home in time to pull the towels out of the wash.
When I got to Stratford I discovered that the WH Smith had closed two minutes earlier (1702, no less), so I jumped back on the Central Line, taking it all the way to Tottenham Court Road (fortunately I had bought a Kerrang at Stratford, otherwise I would have had nowt to read for the journey... I had left Queen of Swords by Michael Moorcock (my current Tube/Queue book) in my other jacket, not expecting a long journey.
At Tottenham Court Road I hit Borders, with about 15 minutes to spare before it closed.
I managed to find most of the magazines that I was looking for, and I also found a stack of Alt Mags. I noticed an older goth with a Sisters of Mercy shirt under a leather jacket thumbing through it at the shelf. He didn't buy it. Lousy tire-kicker : )
With a couple of Magazines in my bag I figurd I should see if Forbidden Planet was still open (it wasn't), I checked to see if the Shaftesbury Avenue Fopp was open (it was) and I kept strolling Eastways, whereupon I wandered into Covent Garden, where I got tallking to a couple of University Socialists outside a Astrology shop.
The details of the conversation aren't really worth replicating, but strangely one of them disagreed with me that Adolf Hitler was a Nationalist, or maybe she meant to disagree in an entirely different way.
On the same street I found a cute little colourful shop full of Kitch-y things, and got talking to an Australian girl from Sydney.
The shop was too cute and thee conversation was interesting.
After that shop closed I found a Fish and Chip shop around the corner, but I figured I would wander down to Leicester Square instead, where I ran into a friend of mine that I haven't seen for months.
Chatted to her for a bit, then headed home... to discover the towels in the washer that I had left there four hours ago.
D'oh!
Nevermind.
I will sleep well tonight.
Over and out.
-J
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