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Nov. 24th, 2004 10:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolChrist on a bicycle, I'm tired. And it's been an odd few days.
Monday evening? Did very little. Andrew came around, we watched Love Actually and then I went to bed, more or less. See, Tuesday was a day of London and involved me getting out of bed at 5.30 in the morning. Neargh.
Through some miracle, I actually gout out of bed on Tuesday morning, swearing, groaning and generally cursing the world. It wasn't pretty, but then, no one was around to see me or hear me, so never mind. I came downstairs much more perkily after having a shower, before seeing Dad cradling a cup of coffee like it was the elixir of life. To him, I suppose it was. I do feel guilty dragging him out of bed, but I swear to god that the earliest bus to Wigan meant I would have been there late enough to miss the train. So there. Went out, picked up Lara and Day, and off we went to Wigan. It was still dark when we got there; it was still dark when we got on the train to London. Bah.
On the train, managed to bag a tableseat and we sat and played cards. YOu think we'd play intellectual, history based games, but no. We played the inventively named "TWAT" before moving onto the famous "Bullshit!" We played this loudly, and were thoroughly mocked by my history teacher afterwards. Well, huh. Too early in the morning for intellectual stuff.
So, there we were on a Virgin train.
LARA: I think this is a Pendolino train!
COLLEEN: Don't be stupid, we're not going to Wales.
Well, she was right and I was wrong as per usual. Pendolino is not a place, it's a tilting train and by god I felt ill afterwards. We can now add something else to Things That Make Me Travel Sick. Looking green and peaky, the class arrived in Euston in London.
I do like London, and I think it's the Tube system. The actual train terrifies me. It's survival of the fittest, and everyone is so RUDE. On the Mersey trains at least you can occasionally have a conversation with a perfect stranger. YOu say please, and thank you, or excuse me. The Tube doesn't have that. What the Tube is, though, is a relatively cheap way to get from A to B ANYWHERE. And I like the posters. They are intellectual. They advertise things like the legal system, and musicals, and plays, and weird films that I've not even heard of. To my mind, that sums up what London means to me.
However, we were going to a bit I've not seen before. Apart from being delighted to find out that the platform we were standing on at Euston was dedicated to Charles II's second illegitimate child to the Duchess of Cleveland (there were four in total, and they were just the acknowledged ones to her) we were all still feeling pretty sick and far too warm. Dudes in London, it is much colder here Up North. However, we trooped onwards to St Paul's Cathetdral.
Believe it or not, I've never actually been. It's... pretty. And historical. And somewhat boring. We were in it for HOURS with a tourguide that insisted on taking us through the Reformation. Erm, sorry, but we've done that. Yeah, and Charles I. And Cromwell. And Charles II. The question I asked was drowned out by the hourly Lord's Prayer through the speakers, so alas, I will never know about the quite interesting Byzantine-esque High Anglican ceilings. We also went up the Whispering Gallery, around the Dome itself. Pretty, yes. Exhausting, entirely. Possibly it was a mistake to try and race the lift. By the time we got the top I had cramps in my legs and was generally dying in a very unattractive way. And there were MORE steps after that! Argh!
After we tried to breathe again, we went through the crypt to leave. It's very hard to leave old, slightly weird religious habits behind. I can't stand over a grave. At all. I ended up doing weird bunny hops and frantic signs of the crosses at every given opportunity in a slightly Van Helsing-esque way. Gah. When we did leave, however, into London, we tried to find somewhere cheap to eat. We ended up in MacDonalds after counting ELEVEN coffee shops. ELEVEN. In one street! How many do people NEED!?
Then it was the Museum of London, which was interesting enough albeit fairly child-like. Dave ranted about how they lied every so often. Apparently, London did not have a witch-hunt. I'm not sure who to believe.
(This post would be much easier to write if I did not keep making crap typs like Lodnon.)
Contintuining my day, we went to the train station and went home. No free time, alas. The train home consisted of a group effort to finish a crossword. We couldn't find a 1987 Nicholas Cage film. We asked everyone in the class. We asked Dave. We phoned people up and asked them. Eventually, we checked Google via WAP and found it was Raising Arizona.
We cheered. How worrying.
I slept for most of the journey home, though. And then I came home, feeling weird and jetlagged because I was two hours behind. I went to bed at nine. Neargh. Work do not appear to have phoned, so I don't think I'm fired, either.
Now I'm at college and bejeesus I'm exhausted. And this post has just taken my entire free period. Why? My day hasn't been that interesting. I do apologise for the quality of my posts. I am a bad person.
~Hathy_Col~
Monday evening? Did very little. Andrew came around, we watched Love Actually and then I went to bed, more or less. See, Tuesday was a day of London and involved me getting out of bed at 5.30 in the morning. Neargh.
Through some miracle, I actually gout out of bed on Tuesday morning, swearing, groaning and generally cursing the world. It wasn't pretty, but then, no one was around to see me or hear me, so never mind. I came downstairs much more perkily after having a shower, before seeing Dad cradling a cup of coffee like it was the elixir of life. To him, I suppose it was. I do feel guilty dragging him out of bed, but I swear to god that the earliest bus to Wigan meant I would have been there late enough to miss the train. So there. Went out, picked up Lara and Day, and off we went to Wigan. It was still dark when we got there; it was still dark when we got on the train to London. Bah.
On the train, managed to bag a tableseat and we sat and played cards. YOu think we'd play intellectual, history based games, but no. We played the inventively named "TWAT" before moving onto the famous "Bullshit!" We played this loudly, and were thoroughly mocked by my history teacher afterwards. Well, huh. Too early in the morning for intellectual stuff.
So, there we were on a Virgin train.
LARA: I think this is a Pendolino train!
COLLEEN: Don't be stupid, we're not going to Wales.
Well, she was right and I was wrong as per usual. Pendolino is not a place, it's a tilting train and by god I felt ill afterwards. We can now add something else to Things That Make Me Travel Sick. Looking green and peaky, the class arrived in Euston in London.
I do like London, and I think it's the Tube system. The actual train terrifies me. It's survival of the fittest, and everyone is so RUDE. On the Mersey trains at least you can occasionally have a conversation with a perfect stranger. YOu say please, and thank you, or excuse me. The Tube doesn't have that. What the Tube is, though, is a relatively cheap way to get from A to B ANYWHERE. And I like the posters. They are intellectual. They advertise things like the legal system, and musicals, and plays, and weird films that I've not even heard of. To my mind, that sums up what London means to me.
However, we were going to a bit I've not seen before. Apart from being delighted to find out that the platform we were standing on at Euston was dedicated to Charles II's second illegitimate child to the Duchess of Cleveland (there were four in total, and they were just the acknowledged ones to her) we were all still feeling pretty sick and far too warm. Dudes in London, it is much colder here Up North. However, we trooped onwards to St Paul's Cathetdral.
Believe it or not, I've never actually been. It's... pretty. And historical. And somewhat boring. We were in it for HOURS with a tourguide that insisted on taking us through the Reformation. Erm, sorry, but we've done that. Yeah, and Charles I. And Cromwell. And Charles II. The question I asked was drowned out by the hourly Lord's Prayer through the speakers, so alas, I will never know about the quite interesting Byzantine-esque High Anglican ceilings. We also went up the Whispering Gallery, around the Dome itself. Pretty, yes. Exhausting, entirely. Possibly it was a mistake to try and race the lift. By the time we got the top I had cramps in my legs and was generally dying in a very unattractive way. And there were MORE steps after that! Argh!
After we tried to breathe again, we went through the crypt to leave. It's very hard to leave old, slightly weird religious habits behind. I can't stand over a grave. At all. I ended up doing weird bunny hops and frantic signs of the crosses at every given opportunity in a slightly Van Helsing-esque way. Gah. When we did leave, however, into London, we tried to find somewhere cheap to eat. We ended up in MacDonalds after counting ELEVEN coffee shops. ELEVEN. In one street! How many do people NEED!?
Then it was the Museum of London, which was interesting enough albeit fairly child-like. Dave ranted about how they lied every so often. Apparently, London did not have a witch-hunt. I'm not sure who to believe.
(This post would be much easier to write if I did not keep making crap typs like Lodnon.)
Contintuining my day, we went to the train station and went home. No free time, alas. The train home consisted of a group effort to finish a crossword. We couldn't find a 1987 Nicholas Cage film. We asked everyone in the class. We asked Dave. We phoned people up and asked them. Eventually, we checked Google via WAP and found it was Raising Arizona.
We cheered. How worrying.
I slept for most of the journey home, though. And then I came home, feeling weird and jetlagged because I was two hours behind. I went to bed at nine. Neargh. Work do not appear to have phoned, so I don't think I'm fired, either.
Now I'm at college and bejeesus I'm exhausted. And this post has just taken my entire free period. Why? My day hasn't been that interesting. I do apologise for the quality of my posts. I am a bad person.
~Hathy_Col~
