Key Word: Random (I've got no time to see the sights)

I don't even know where to start. It's been a tough week-end, a crazy week-end, a week-end to remember - eventful & wonderful. Thanks darling, for an amazing stay - I miss you so much already. We make a great team, you know. We make a fucking great team. Four days was way to short, especially when the key word is random & you just ain't got time to see the damn sights. Back home again I am just sitting in my bed, missing the sounds of the city, quietly wondering where the time, money, & brain cells went, & what's going on in Greenwich/Whitecastle/any-where-in-between tonight.

Or how I managed to forget to take one single photo.

Here's the top three bad ideas by the way (funnily enough the top three best ideas happen to be linked to the exact & same events, but we'll get to those some other time).

Bad idea numero uno: Get fucked up the last morning of your stay! Being hung-over on airports are, to those who never have been, really freaky. Add the fact that you'll be terrified that the plan is crashing all through the flight, due to your no longer working sense of balance, & you have a SUPER BAD idea. Yeah!

Bad idea numero due: Leave it to the Englishmen to make sure they have your digits down! Or the Americans. Or the Norweigans. Either every cute guy in London are dyslexic, or someone must have put a spell on us.

Bad idea numero tre: Get fucked up & miss the appointment with a lovely american girl! Yeah, I'm not even going to try to explain myself.

Bottom line: London rocks my socks, defintely. I am a huge fan of the music scene, the dirty clubs, the lovely company of my dear partner in party, & the gorgeous boys - too many to handle, even for me. Not that big of a fan of the expensiveness, the early closing hours, or the sucky water that turns hair into messes. But you know, you can't have it all, & as we all know: 'Actually, mineral water isn't that expensive'.

So yes, I think I might seriously be considering a little London Experience this fall, should I not get accepted to Östra Grevie. After all, there's so much beauty in dirt, so many Thursday nights at Gaz's & so much more research to do. They're a tough one, the English, but well get them figured out eventually. We just need a little more time.

Soundtrack of a messy city:

Jenny Don't Be Hasty - Paolo Nutini

Polar Opposites - Modest Mouse

I Love the Rain the Most - Joe Purdy

Naive - The Kooks

New Shoes - Paolo again

Bakerman - Sean Baker

You & I Both - Jason Mraz

40 Boys in 40 Nights - The Donnas

I Don't Like the Drugs But the Drugs Like Me - Marilyn Manson

Last Nite - The Strokes

If You Got the Money - Jamie T

Float On - Goldspot

Everyday Is a Holiday - Esthero

Good Song - Salem al Fakir

Good Day - Tally Hall

Where Did You Sleep Last Night - Lead Belly

Misery Is a Butterfly - Blonde Redhead

Man Next Door - Operahouse

A Song to Pass the Time - Bright Eyes

Oh, & if anyone sees a tall, blond, pretty Norweigan guy with a pair of knitted, torn, adorable gloves who's answering to the name of 'Haakon', tell him he's stupid & give him my number. Cheers darlings.


Love


/ Dee