Into the Groove

Keeping with the radio DJ theme, this is Big C cominatcha from Shepherds Bush. Came for a looksee today as a potential place to live, it seems like an ideally nice place and I can see myself living here if the price is right. Not that London prices are ever really that right, but when you're earning pounds it kinda makes sense, sortof. Gotta stop thinking in NZ dollars.

London is starting to look a little grey and the unseasonably warm weather is definitely taking a turn towards the brisk. I've been trying to make the most of the sunlight while we still have some (he says from the comfort of a netcafe indoors), and getting out a bit to see the place.

Was woken by David on late Saturday morning 3 hours into sleep, and with some effort hauled my bones into the shower in preparation for the agreed jaunt to Tottenham Court Rd. It was a long way to go for Good Coffee, but Good Coffee in London is hard to come by and he knew of a kiwi-run cafe called Flat White which serves the finest of brews. The standard fare here is mud so this was a very welcome kick in the pants before our journey to Harrods.

This is a large store full of a lot of unnecessary and extortionately expensive shiny junk. But it is interesting to gape at the multitude of stuff, and wonder what benefits a solid gold cellotape dispenser would bring to the office, and to think of the sort of house I could slap a deposit on with a £40,000 watch.

In the toy section I saw a MrPotatohead dressed as a Stormtrooper, and another as R2D2.

We passed through the foody section on the way out, and I could hear through the speakers that opera song that you associate with a man in Italy preparing a pizza pie base by tossing it into the air over and over. You know that one. Goes something like "Yaano yaano, blah, blah blah, blah blah!". It wasn't until I looked towards the origin of the sound that I realized the scene was playing out for real.

And then I was defeated by a small scoop of lemon gelato.

After this Dave and hopped on a bus to Camden, and pubbed our way through a healthy meal of Guiness followed by Fosters. Next came sushi and sake. Then down to the Dublin Castle for another brew and continued enlightening discussion. It's amazing what you can find out about people you've known for years after a bit of liquid persuasion.

By this stage it was time to head to West-Auckland Andrew's 2nd flatwarming where it was once again the Poles Vs. the Kiwi's except this time we were outnumbered. I spent the night chatting to a cute girl named Avalina, Avalina, such a pretty name, consuming polish beetroot soup, and tiramasu, and JD, and Coke.

Slept like a log and woke up refreshed at a respectable 1pm. I felt cause for celebration, having survived my first week of work. Signing the contract tomorrow. Working for an IT reseller called Computrad, heading up their new IT services dept.

My colleagues are hard-case, I sit with a big fat aussie from the Gold Coast whose favourite term is "ball-ache", who is constantly giving shit to the young pommy guy who does a hilarious Irish accent. Laughs abound, which is always a good sign. My boss seems pretty sweet too.

Forgot my camera today so no photos. I haven't been taking that many lately anyway, but I'll have something for you next time.

For now I must escape the hallitosis and flatulence emanating from somewhere to my left. Always good to leave on a pleasant note, don't you think? Mmmmm.

Ciao!
C.