We were walking up the road yesterday to get a late breakfast, and just about to cross the street when a car pulled up in front of us and the driver leaned out and said something in London. Neither of us understood what he said first time round, but both assumed him to be asking for directions, and so He Who Only... got ready with his pointing fingers in order to accomodate. It was only when the driver repeated what he had said that we both noticed the boy in the passenger seat proffering a laptop in the most furtive of manners and staring around him like he was under surveillance. Which, for all we know, he was.
I'm in London less than 24 hour and already being offered stolen goods. Brilliant.
Yesterday: saw a room in a house I'd like to have. Today: Two job interviews and a Ben Folds gig. Tomorrow: Two job interviews and a Ben Folds gig. Thursday - Sunday: Open University essay beckons, swiftly followed by lots and lots of outdoor drinking in the sunshine.
London's gonna be fun.
I'm in London less than 24 hour and already being offered stolen goods. Brilliant.
Yesterday: saw a room in a house I'd like to have. Today: Two job interviews and a Ben Folds gig. Tomorrow: Two job interviews and a Ben Folds gig. Thursday - Sunday: Open University essay beckons, swiftly followed by lots and lots of outdoor drinking in the sunshine.
London's gonna be fun.