Random Thoughts and Happenings: London Style
Good Day To YOU!
I do in fact realize that I have not written a blog in quite some time, and I want you to know that this is in no way a reflection of how I feel about each an every one of you. I do care. You see, things have been picking up around the land of jolly old London. Big things on the rise, just wait and see. I anticipate this blog being extremely scattered, so stick with it, and brace yourself for randomness will ensue.
Halloween came and went without much ado from the British folks. They seem to like the idea of Halloween, but they lack the craziness that I know to be taken seriously by most of my American brethrens. I myself did not hold back. Reminiscent of my best buddy Joey Curtis (YO JOCU!), I dawned the killer of killer costumes for the big festivities. Two pieces of large poster board, a mass of colored balloons, an artistically rendered design, and one crazy bastard; “Kissing Booth” here I come.
After putting a few back, I made my way on the Northern Line up to Hampstead with an open beer and mind. Now, keep in mind, it is Saturday the 30th of October (in European that is shown as 30/10/04). Getting on the tube dressed as a Kissing Booth could go one of many ways. I could quite possibly of stumbled into a train full of lonely Soho models looking for someone to appreciate and love them, and I would have been the man for the job. Now seeing as I did not see one person in costume while walking to the tube, nor while I was on the tube, its hard to say how the idea would go over with anyone over here.
I finally made it to the tube stop where I exited the station and hopped onto a bus in the direction of the house where the festivities were being held. The house was in an awesome area of town and I knew once I met up with my friend Tanya’s brother in law after getting off the bus, that this was going to be one crazy party.
We walked back to Ed’s house and immediately entered the land of Halloween, London style. Werewolves, witches, fairy’s, ghosts, you name it…it was all there. I’m not saying that they lack creativity in the costume department, but I just think they haven’t quite seen the potential in going a bit wild with their ideas, lets say for example, a pregnant girl scout. Some people fancied my costume, seeing the humor in it, while other made it clear that they were too dense to grasp the potential of a Halloween costume. I say to them, be a ghostwitchvampire for the rest of your lives, see if I care.
And now, in unrelated news….someone in the UK just got put in jail for 9 years, count ‘em, for send an outrageous amount of SPAM. 9 Years for for spamming people!? Can you believe that shit! “Email ruined my life.” Funny shit.
Back to you BOB.
Thanks Steve. Now for a Central London traffic report. People everywhere across London are driving on the left side of the road. In some cases, they have even been known to ignore pedestrians, lines marking different lanes, even side walks. This has been happening in the city for quite some time now, God only know when they will drive on the “right” side of the road and acknowledge that cars do in fact, kill people.
That being said, I rode my roommate Ben’s bike into traffic the for the first time the other day. After being here for over two months now, I have realized that I don’t think I’ll ever be used to looking the right way when I merge, or where it is I am supposed to be when I want to turn. It was in fact a jolly good show though! I made it through a few blocks of heavy traffic on a “push bike,” as they call it here, without killing myself or anyone around me. What a rush it was. I tell ya.
OK! Now, once again, it’s time for a crazy story! Is everyone ready? No. WELL GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER! I made my way onto the tube the other night on my way out to meet a few friends for dinner. While on the tube everything was peachy keen until we reached the Marble Arch station, two stops before I wanted to get off. The doors opened, and we were informed over the loud speaker that someone in the next station had toted a side arm onto the tube. Everyone had to be evacuated. OH YEA! Leave it to me to find the only gun in London.
Now we have reached the time where I talk about the sweet music I went and enjoyed at Fabric, the night club I have talked about a few times in the past. On Friday November 5th, 2004, I made my way to the club with my two housemates, Emily and Julie. The act on that night, DJ Jazzy Jeff. For all of you who were alive in the 80’ and 90’s, this guy is the quintessential scratch hip-hop rap DJ and he is in fact, legendary. He got his start with Will Smith, the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, and has made his way through the scene for nearly 2 decades. I had seen him once before when I was living in Denver, but I was really far away from the stage and the sound system was nothing to be proud of. This time it was an entirely different experience. I stood no more than two feet from the tables, right in the front…close enough to touch Jazzies feet with a little effort. This guy was incredible. He rocked the crowd for nearly 3 hours and left everyone in awe of the possibilities that two turn tables and a microphone can offer. OH YEA! Good times.
On a darker note black Wednesday is behind us now. George W(anker). Bush remains the President of the Separated States of America. The world now sees the people of my country in the same stupid light as they have seen Doubya for the past four years. Our chance to redeem ourselves is long gone now, and only time will tell where things will go from here. I’m gonna keep my head up and stay as far from the US as I can. 4 years? Sounds good to me.
And we’re back. This past weekend I made my way out to a costal city called Alderbrough where I spent the night on the estate of Michael Hopkins, a world renowned architect. 700 acres of costal perfection. This place was a British paradise with multiple houses, gardens, beaches, and so on. My oh my was this a cool place. I’m still letting it all sink in, so maybe I’ll just let the photos do all the work for me. I will post them sometime next week. Promise.
So there you have it. Randomness at its best operating in full force this time. I hope you were able to follow. Again, photos to follow. Talk to you later. Rioght rioght rioght.
Love You All I’m Sure,
bLaKe
I do in fact realize that I have not written a blog in quite some time, and I want you to know that this is in no way a reflection of how I feel about each an every one of you. I do care. You see, things have been picking up around the land of jolly old London. Big things on the rise, just wait and see. I anticipate this blog being extremely scattered, so stick with it, and brace yourself for randomness will ensue.
Halloween came and went without much ado from the British folks. They seem to like the idea of Halloween, but they lack the craziness that I know to be taken seriously by most of my American brethrens. I myself did not hold back. Reminiscent of my best buddy Joey Curtis (YO JOCU!), I dawned the killer of killer costumes for the big festivities. Two pieces of large poster board, a mass of colored balloons, an artistically rendered design, and one crazy bastard; “Kissing Booth” here I come.
After putting a few back, I made my way on the Northern Line up to Hampstead with an open beer and mind. Now, keep in mind, it is Saturday the 30th of October (in European that is shown as 30/10/04). Getting on the tube dressed as a Kissing Booth could go one of many ways. I could quite possibly of stumbled into a train full of lonely Soho models looking for someone to appreciate and love them, and I would have been the man for the job. Now seeing as I did not see one person in costume while walking to the tube, nor while I was on the tube, its hard to say how the idea would go over with anyone over here.
I finally made it to the tube stop where I exited the station and hopped onto a bus in the direction of the house where the festivities were being held. The house was in an awesome area of town and I knew once I met up with my friend Tanya’s brother in law after getting off the bus, that this was going to be one crazy party.
We walked back to Ed’s house and immediately entered the land of Halloween, London style. Werewolves, witches, fairy’s, ghosts, you name it…it was all there. I’m not saying that they lack creativity in the costume department, but I just think they haven’t quite seen the potential in going a bit wild with their ideas, lets say for example, a pregnant girl scout. Some people fancied my costume, seeing the humor in it, while other made it clear that they were too dense to grasp the potential of a Halloween costume. I say to them, be a ghostwitchvampire for the rest of your lives, see if I care.
And now, in unrelated news….someone in the UK just got put in jail for 9 years, count ‘em, for send an outrageous amount of SPAM. 9 Years for for spamming people!? Can you believe that shit! “Email ruined my life.” Funny shit.
Back to you BOB.
Thanks Steve. Now for a Central London traffic report. People everywhere across London are driving on the left side of the road. In some cases, they have even been known to ignore pedestrians, lines marking different lanes, even side walks. This has been happening in the city for quite some time now, God only know when they will drive on the “right” side of the road and acknowledge that cars do in fact, kill people.
That being said, I rode my roommate Ben’s bike into traffic the for the first time the other day. After being here for over two months now, I have realized that I don’t think I’ll ever be used to looking the right way when I merge, or where it is I am supposed to be when I want to turn. It was in fact a jolly good show though! I made it through a few blocks of heavy traffic on a “push bike,” as they call it here, without killing myself or anyone around me. What a rush it was. I tell ya.
OK! Now, once again, it’s time for a crazy story! Is everyone ready? No. WELL GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER! I made my way onto the tube the other night on my way out to meet a few friends for dinner. While on the tube everything was peachy keen until we reached the Marble Arch station, two stops before I wanted to get off. The doors opened, and we were informed over the loud speaker that someone in the next station had toted a side arm onto the tube. Everyone had to be evacuated. OH YEA! Leave it to me to find the only gun in London.
Now we have reached the time where I talk about the sweet music I went and enjoyed at Fabric, the night club I have talked about a few times in the past. On Friday November 5th, 2004, I made my way to the club with my two housemates, Emily and Julie. The act on that night, DJ Jazzy Jeff. For all of you who were alive in the 80’ and 90’s, this guy is the quintessential scratch hip-hop rap DJ and he is in fact, legendary. He got his start with Will Smith, the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, and has made his way through the scene for nearly 2 decades. I had seen him once before when I was living in Denver, but I was really far away from the stage and the sound system was nothing to be proud of. This time it was an entirely different experience. I stood no more than two feet from the tables, right in the front…close enough to touch Jazzies feet with a little effort. This guy was incredible. He rocked the crowd for nearly 3 hours and left everyone in awe of the possibilities that two turn tables and a microphone can offer. OH YEA! Good times.
On a darker note black Wednesday is behind us now. George W(anker). Bush remains the President of the Separated States of America. The world now sees the people of my country in the same stupid light as they have seen Doubya for the past four years. Our chance to redeem ourselves is long gone now, and only time will tell where things will go from here. I’m gonna keep my head up and stay as far from the US as I can. 4 years? Sounds good to me.
And we’re back. This past weekend I made my way out to a costal city called Alderbrough where I spent the night on the estate of Michael Hopkins, a world renowned architect. 700 acres of costal perfection. This place was a British paradise with multiple houses, gardens, beaches, and so on. My oh my was this a cool place. I’m still letting it all sink in, so maybe I’ll just let the photos do all the work for me. I will post them sometime next week. Promise.
So there you have it. Randomness at its best operating in full force this time. I hope you were able to follow. Again, photos to follow. Talk to you later. Rioght rioght rioght.
Love You All I’m Sure,
bLaKe
posted by Blake J. Nolan | Monday, November 15, 2004
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