London

I went to London at the end of March to stay with J.'s brother and his family.
I arrived early on Friday and had to spend the day in town, because my hosts for the weekend wouldn't be in before the late afternoon. So, I decided to do all the touristy stuff that I had last done when I first visited London. I'm not posting any pictures of the sights here, because 1. I have trouble uploading photos and 2. if you want to see London's sights, try Google :P

The English obviously still like their red phone booths, even in the times of mobile phones.


In the evening, K., his family and I went out for an Indian. After a nice meal, I was just knackered and wanted to sleep, because I knew I would have to get up early again the next morning, since I was meeting Saskia, a friend from Germany, and her boyfriend at Piccadilly. We decided to have breakfast together, so they'd have enough time to get to Portsmouth where they wanted to see a concert.


We did it the English way and had a full English breakfast and a pint of cider afterwards. It felt a bit weird drinking alcohol at 11 am, but since the pub was full of other people doing exactly the same, we eased up and enjoyed our drink.


After they had left me, I started wandering through the city again, went to The Old Vic, took the mandatory picture,


went on to Oxford Street where I found this shop which reminded me of Thomas' colleague whose favourite word is also the name of the shop.



Since I had mentioned that I'd quite like to go to the theatre, K. and his son J. were kind enough to get up at the crack of dawn to queue at Leicester Square to get tickets for the evening performance of The Pitmen Painters.

On Sunday, J. took good care of me. Him also being a film buff, we went to the local video rental store and got Bava's Bay of Blood and Bunuel's Simon of the Desert with which we spent our afternoon. J. currently works for a film label called Watchmaker Films which has released The Whole Shootin' Match on a very nice DVD. So, go and buy it!
J. is very interesting to talk to, he is full of stories about films, actors, directors and all the background information of film productions. He's about my age, so I figure all hope's not yet lost for me.