So I'm going to combine today's and yesterday's blog into one because they've both been rather quiet days.

Yesterday I didn't even leave the couch until about 1 and probably figured I do something so I chose to go to the movies. Weather was perfect movie weather, couldn't be bothered travelling too much so ended up going and seeing Prometheus. My god! I am so boring!!
I did enjoy it though but I'm not going into details about it.

Walking through the streets of London is an experience though. The crowded sidewalks full of people travelling at different paces in difficult to navigate when they're going to same direction but then you get groups of people coming the other way and they come up in waves like a beach tide smashing against each other like waves going in and out, trying to weave through. Snaking your way through, slithering in and out of small groups, catching snippets and conversations as you go almost creating an entirely new conversation out of the small ones. I mean everyone experiences this in Melbourne walking through a crowded area but navigating London requires genuine concentration.

I got home at about 7pm and pretty much walked straight out the door again for dinner, went to this beautiful austrian restaurant.

It seems like a lot of the same food that Germans eat just less.... German and more refined. For the main course that I ordered the waitress brought out a plate of sides and an empty plate then came back with a pot and scooped 3 big slices of beef onto it with the broth, wasn't exactly weird just wasn't what I was expecting. 6-7 glasses of wine and I was definitely sitting pretty.

Today has been much of the same, sat on the couch talking to Emma for a bit (who I miss greatly). Not to say I don't miss the rest of you. (special shout out to Justin)

On a side note not really sure how many people are actually reading these but whoever is I miss you too.

I jumped on the tube after lunch and visited the saatchi gallery, which is all modern art and mostly photography.

Now I know I can be pretentious sometimes (shut up! I know hat you're thinking) but I definitely know I'm not pretentious enough to get modern art. It just doesn't make sense to me at all. It feels that without knowing the context of what the artist is trying portray it's very difficult to understand but then again creating art without context is meaningless. So I spend a couple of hours staring at photos, paintings and drawings with intrinsic value from an outside perspective and just don't get it.

Oh well.

Just had a bit of a snack and now I'm trying to work out what to do now.

The problem with London is it feels too much like home and I Melbourne I don't Go to galleries and museums and the like, I catch up with friends and go to the movies and go to work. That's want I want to do I want to go out with friends and catch up for coffee and go out drinking but I can't because I'm not home, I'm travelling but I don't feel like I am at the moment. I suppose this is what being homesick feels like. I would love nothing more than a big night out to the CBD and get blind drunk with everyone.

In Paris it wasn't difficult to do that because I was staying in a hostel with people in the same boat as me but now... What do i do?

I'm catching up with Lauren McDonald for food an stuff Monday night and tomorrow I'm going to Shakespeare's globe to see Henry V. So that'll keep me busy.

Time to go back to Lisa and rich's house I think. Might read my book.

A la prochaine.

E