My Moods Change As Much As The English Weather

Greetings my good droogs,

Today I thought I’d start off with some London slang so that you will know what I’m talking about if it ever creeps into my vocabulary. The main exclamation used when something is good: ‘‘Wicked’. For example’‘that’s a wicked shirt, Dave’. If someone is good-looking, they are’‘fit’. As in, ‘‘you’re really fit, Dave’. If something is the best in it’s category, it’s’‘the bollocks’.’‘That stir-fry was the bollocks, Dave’. Chewing gum is known as’‘chuddy’ and women as’‘totty’, but that might be straying into vulgar territory.

Spring has finally sprung this Saturday. It feels like the high teens and the contrast with the cold, cloudy days makes it all the more remarkable. The sunny weather prompted a spurt of activity in me which saw me cross another landmark off the diminishing landmark list. I went down to London Bridge, which is conveniently on the Jubilee line, so I can just get on at Kilburn and daydream all the way down. London bridge wasn’t what I expected. I was looking for Tower bridge, as I discovered when I saw how flat London bridge is. Geography’s not my strong point, OK? I ended up walking five minutes up the river to get to the more famed attraction. What greeted me was the usual throng of German and American tourists, which put me off going inside the Tower of London. It made me think that tourists could be used as a war deterrent. Rather than sending the UN in to try and quell local disputes you could just set up a Disneyland and let the tourists drive the opposing forces apart with their natural repulsiveness. I did take a walk across Tower bridge and was impressed by its size and architecture.

After this little excursion I went back home to enjoy a few beers and joined the late rising Adam in a fry-up. Adam just had his final recital at the college of music so he is understandably celebrating hard after four years of work. I went along to see his recital at the main hall, located in South Kensington, on Wednesday afternoon. It was a great spectacle to hear him fill the room with that big tuba sound while the afternoon sunlight intermittently came through the window, sparkling off the brass.

I’ve arrived at a point where my life in England feels very similar to how I was living back home. England feels like home and I feel like I’m going to have a good time over the summer. Once work is humming along I’ll have more energy to spend exploring what a summer in London can involve.

Keep writing interesting messages. I always enjoy looking at my emails and out of the 20 spam messages seeing 3 or 4 that tell me people care about me.

Dave out.