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Monday, 23 January 2012
Moomin Madness
Into my third month of being a Londoner, I've started to keep an eye out for goings-on around the city in Time Out magazine, or at least follow their posts on Facebook. In amongst the blah and the whatever, the other week, I noticed a post that mentioned a Moomin shop in Covent Garden. A pilgrimage to a place dedicated to one of my favourite childhood TV shows then became an inevitability, and I managed to hold out for about a week before hopping on the 55 bus from Shoreditch to the Moomin Mecca. If you ever feel a bit low, I couldn't recommend a visit highly enough, I was smiling from the second I got there...
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
Experimental New Year's Blog From My Phone
Hello all!
Here I am, blogging again, but this time harnessing the magic of my beloved iPhone to do it.
Since my last blog, I've pretty much settled fully into London life (as much as you can 'settle' whilst hovering on the brink of bankruptcy and homelessness - a brink I've been familiar with for the decade+ since I first left home). Still loving it here, still certain the decision to move was the right one.
When I did move, 6 weeks (forever) ago, I decided to stay in London for Crimbo as it hardly seemed worth the trek back down the M4 for just one day of crap tv and overeating in the company of my loved ones, even though I knew that would probably mean spending Christmas by myself.
As I wasn't expected to work on the day itself, I decided to set myself a Big Christmas Day London Challenge, which was to walk from my house (near Turnpike Lane) down to the Southbank and back. Before I start going on about it, I failed the challenge, because as it got dark, I decided to go from a very quiet Oxford Street to Trafalgar Square instead, with a bit of winding in and out of the streets around Soho and Chinatown. That meant all in all I covered about 14miles on foot (I know - ME. EXERCISING.)
When I got home, I found the exertion made the cheap Tesco cava I was almost inhaling go straight to my head, and subsequently spent the rest of the evening blubbing at the Doctor Who and Downton Abbey Christmas specials.
Anyway, there now follows a (bad) photographic account of my festive odyssey, which included seeing everything on Green Lanes open (including a barbers and a nut shop), a festive game of footie in Finsbury Park, a dead quiet Oxford Street, silent Soho, and Piccadilly, Shaftesbury Avenue and Trafalgar Square crawling with tourists - so nothing new there.
Here I am, blogging again, but this time harnessing the magic of my beloved iPhone to do it.
Since my last blog, I've pretty much settled fully into London life (as much as you can 'settle' whilst hovering on the brink of bankruptcy and homelessness - a brink I've been familiar with for the decade+ since I first left home). Still loving it here, still certain the decision to move was the right one.
When I did move, 6 weeks (forever) ago, I decided to stay in London for Crimbo as it hardly seemed worth the trek back down the M4 for just one day of crap tv and overeating in the company of my loved ones, even though I knew that would probably mean spending Christmas by myself.
As I wasn't expected to work on the day itself, I decided to set myself a Big Christmas Day London Challenge, which was to walk from my house (near Turnpike Lane) down to the Southbank and back. Before I start going on about it, I failed the challenge, because as it got dark, I decided to go from a very quiet Oxford Street to Trafalgar Square instead, with a bit of winding in and out of the streets around Soho and Chinatown. That meant all in all I covered about 14miles on foot (I know - ME. EXERCISING.)
When I got home, I found the exertion made the cheap Tesco cava I was almost inhaling go straight to my head, and subsequently spent the rest of the evening blubbing at the Doctor Who and Downton Abbey Christmas specials.
Anyway, there now follows a (bad) photographic account of my festive odyssey, which included seeing everything on Green Lanes open (including a barbers and a nut shop), a festive game of footie in Finsbury Park, a dead quiet Oxford Street, silent Soho, and Piccadilly, Shaftesbury Avenue and Trafalgar Square crawling with tourists - so nothing new there.
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