Jack Wills, how much do I adore thee? Let me count the ways.
No big story for today. Went to work till six and ate too many McVitie’s Hobnobs. Then came home and had a nice long, much-needed chat with my boy, who never ceases to amaze me ❤ And then I ate pasta and tried to persuade Antoine to travel with me to Wales. Then talked with the parents about London LIFE before bed. Hopefully tomorrow proves a much more exciting day—Guy Fawkes day! Which I TOTALLY forgot about. Bonfires and fireworks to come. And pictures to flaunt. Night.
Work was CRAZY busy today. Apparently, I’m in charge of the entire Theatre section on CultureCritic and it became a day full of research, writing and editing copy, gathering reviews, uploading profiles, contacting press departments, and keeping track of Twitter feeds. I’m almost starting to regret being so upset earlier about this job. I spoke up and they gave me a position chock-full of experience.
And after work, and texts and phone calls, I got to meet Bekky! We walked around and ended up at a Tandoori Indian restaurant and ate some delicious grub (chicken tikka with naan) and then found ourselves in Starbucks ordering Vanilla Chais (which she paid for and made me wibble) and sitting to chat. And we talked about everything–from literature and poetry to university, our cultures and their stereotypes, relationships, London, and everything inbetween. And I know you will read this eventually, so I just wanted to say that you were beautiful and wonderful and it was so, so great to finally meet you. Our conversation was lovely and I apologize for talking so much–I was just so excited and had so much to say!
One day I will visit Copenhagen, and hopefully we will have a chance to catch up again.
Tomorrow, internship till six then out to Oxford Circus with Melissa to see the Christmas lights get turned on! And pictures during the week? Impossible! But going to happen.
WHY MUST THEY BE DIFFICULT? Was always my first underground thought of the day. Because Londoners stand on the right-hand side of escalators despite the fact that they insist on driving on the left. Why? Are they really just difficult? Did they originally drive on the right-hand side? Do they admire American escalator etiquette?
Answer: They inherited the behavior from a film! Underground, the first film to use extensive footage of the Tube, “shows how the design of early escalators meant that it was important to step off with the right foot.”
Bravo to The Times for making Lindsey’s life in London impossibly easier.
My blog is turning into a fashion explosion. BUT, seeing as how I’m living in LONDON aka one of the fashion capitals of the WORLD, I think I’m okay. Sooo I woke up from a crazy night spent at O’Neill’s which never ceases to provide the fun. Live band the whole night, wore a little black dress and earned a night of dancing with probably the best looking guy in the club (or so I was told ummm whatever I still think my boyfriend is better <3). But his name was Brett and he was from CALIFORNIA and I left without a hitch because who wants to meet Americans here anyway.
So today I slept late and such. Woke up to do laundry (yay productiveness) and clean the room and reorganize my wardrobe/closet/drawer space. THEN I researched forever on Jack Wills so I had a plan before I went out, then went on a wild goose chase at Covent Garden to find the store that apparently no longer exists there. NOT FUN. It wouldn’t have been as frustrating if it wasn’t the weekend and the entire Circle Line was closed and Covent Garden is notoriously a madhouse. So I hopped back on the Tube and arrived in Sloane Square (serious upper class shopping) and literally stumbled upon their other store. It was beyond beautiful on the inside, spared no expense, and there was even a café upstairs and dressing rooms that had sample clothes to try on and full couches and. Yeah. Forget Urban Outfitters, this place is the real deal.
And I made an expensive purchase but I’m only in this country for a short time. FORGIVE ME.
Actually, it was really all about getting the bag.
But I did buy clothes. COLORFUL clothes, I might add.
The shorts came in their own button-up pouch. THAT’S RIGHT.
Made from real London, so you KNOW it’s good.
And I was able to try on the brown version of the plaid coat I mentioned last entry because it was sitting in my fitting room just beckoning me. And let me say, let’s just forget about Burberry. The coat is gorgeous. I might just put it on my Christmas list anyway and ask for nothing else. In fact, I’d probably settle for it being my Christmas AND birthday gift. From the whole family. For the next two years. Haha I CAN DREAM CAN’T I.
Nothing else tonight. Tomorrow begins the second week of Cultureshock. Hopefully this will be the week they let me write about movies!
And wow, this post is really loving on the capital letters.
My new fashion icon.
Not to mention the fact that her face is plastered all over Burberry. I LOVE HER.
This is a record for the amount of times I’ve posted in a day, but since I’m sitting in my high bed with nothing to do and no motivation to get down, I might as well write something useful.
So, after some extensive research, I’ve decided to list the locations used in the films of my beloved Harry Potter ❤ And as a personal challenge, I will try to visit as many of them as I have time to. Ready? Okay.
Regent’s Park Zoo: (HP1) The Zoo where Harry first learns he can talk to snakes. Tube: Camden Town
The Leaky Cauldron: (HP1) 42 Bull’s Head Passage (underneath Lloyd’s Building), Leadenhall Market (now the Glass House)
Diagon Alley: (HP1) Leadenhall Market. Tube: Monument
Millenium Bridge: (HP6) When the dementors attack Tube: Embankment
King’s Cross: (HP1) Platform 9 3/4. Actual filming between Platforms 4*&5. Tube: King’s Cross
Gringott’s Bank: (HP1) interior of Exhibition Hall at the Australian House. Tube: Temple
Grimmauld Place: (HP5) Lincoln’s Inn Fields in an old square tucked away. Tube: Holborn
Gloucester Cathedral: (HP1) hallway where they spy the troll, (HP2) girl’s lavatory (HP2) Enemies of the Heir Beware hallway. Westgate Street, Gloucester GL1 1LR
Lacock Abbey: Sacristy: (HP1) Snape’s classroom, Warming Room: (HP1) DADA room, Chapter House: (HP1) Mirror of Erised. Lacock, Chippenham, Wiltshire SN15 2LG
Christ Church College: (HP1) stone staircase, dining hall St Aldates, Oxford OX1 1DP
Duke Humfrey’s Library: (HP1) Restricted Section
Divinity School (downstairs): (HP1) Infirmary
Bodleian Library: (HP4) Malfoy becomes a ferret Broad Street, Oxford OX1 3BG
Goathland Station, Goathland: Hogsmeade station.
Alnwick Castle, Alnwick: exterior Hogwarts, Quidditch match, broomstick lesson within ramparts The Estate Office, Alnwick, Northumberland NE55 1NQ
4 Privet Drive: 12 Picket Post Close, Martins Heron
Durham Cathedral: snowy quadrangle where Hedwig flies
JK Rowling completed the first book here. Nicolson’s Café now Chinese restaurant 😦 However, another one of JK’s haunts, The Elephant House, still stands and a coffee with a bagel here is a must for any fan.
Today, it rained. London rain, I’ve learned, is inescapable. It gets into your boots and under your hood and around your wrists. But it is warm rain, and gentle.
Lectures today were from 9:15-4:30. Went to Harrods from 5-7 (which is literally RIGHT down the street from the Sorbonne), where we saw fake snow appear in seconds, siamese kittens from Thailand, a dollhouse that was 4 feet tall, Paddington bears of all sizes, a pool table selling for £1,000,000, authentic gelato, a personal magic act, and sparkling crystal chandeliers inlaid with gold. I didn’t spend a penny. Afterwards, we went to a Comic/more of a magic show at Harrington Gardens where our hosts spoon-fed us wine of all colors and glass sizes, complete with a plate of roast beef and horseradish and berry meringue pie. A good discussion was had involving Harry Potter tours across the UK, a hotel in Edinburgh graced with JKR’s signature, and more. When we arrived back at Sorbonne, we spent the night talking about hometowns, English football, computer labs, BU letdowns, and room comparisons. A shower, some internet, and soon bed. Tomorrow: first day of class. All in all, a full day.