Two nights in row I ended up in two different Wetherspoon's. They're cheap, but when you're eating the merely adequate food you're thinking - why? Why is this going in my mouth? It looks like food, it smells like food, it feels like food, but the taste isn't worth the trouble. But lemme tell you the old folks crowd in there. Perhaps they serve a lot of food pre-chewed.
Over the last week-ish I've managed to convince someone that I'm awesome so she'll let me live in her cool flat that's only a short walk from class and all sorts of great stuff. My school (should I call it uni so I fit in?) is in a fantastic area. The walk to the British Library only takes about twenty minutes as well.
Saturday, Meghan and I met with a couchsurfing group and had an informal tour of a section of London I hadn't spent much time in before. It started in Canada Water and ended near Millenium Bridge (you know, the one that was destroyed in HP6). We wandered around the South Bank area and saw lots of interesting stuff, like the first tunnel dug under water. I may go back to that little museum for a bit longer. The tunnel is still used for the London Overground (not sure how that makes sense). Met a bunch of people from a bunch of countries, and left with a new Italian friend.
Sunday, I saw the place I'm now moving into in Angel. Later, hung out with the Italian near Picadilly Circus (you know, the supposed Times Square of London). Had some good pizza, but it was no (original) Ledo's.
On Monday a couple American classmates and I almost won a pub quiz at the Boadicea. This is quite a feat, considering we had no Brits on our team and everyone else in the pub was British and the questions often have much to do with British crap (who knew :P). It was the newspaper swimsuit we had to design and create that saved us (2nd place for 3 bonus points), and then the music section really helped. The musical questions I knew were that Prince wrote the song "Nothing Compares to You," Sir Paul McCartney's middle name is Paul (thanks to Gene), and Madonna's real name is Madonna. I need to get back to listening to Newspod so I can get the current events questions right.
Tuesday, I had delicious Sri Lankan mutton curry in at the Apollo Banana Leaf in Tooting with Meghan, Hannah, and Paul. Wednesday, Meghan and I went to lovely pub in Tooting and I (apparently) insulted an Irishman. All I did was make a joke about the Irish hating the English. Can someone please tell me if this is no longer true :P He insulted librarianship as a profession (he said his job was even more boring than ours). I don't know why one party is expected to have a sense of humor when the other clearly doesn't. Thursday was the Wetherspoon's in Angel with a bunch of City U law students. One asked me if I was a first year (ie 18!). And last night we spent in Croydon with one of Meghan's former flatmates and her coworkers (all teachers at a Catholic school). A great time, even though the second pub / club we went to (The Ship) played their music (metal / rock) waaaaaay to loud. I haven't turned my music down on public transportation so much that I can barely hear it only to have my hearing destroyed by music I have only a mild appreciation for. Time will tell.