DAY 1 IN LONDON.
DAY 'HELLO' AT TANK.
"So I woke at 6.30 this morning. My sister doesn't have proper curtains in her room and when the light pierces through, it pierces my eyes too. She's away at the moment, at Glasto, having lot's of fun.
I arrived at her flat last night, her housemates let me in, as she forgot to give me a key. Great. So... my plan of doing a little trial run to TANK in the morning rush today has kind of gone out of the window, due to me not actually knowing whether I'll be able to step outside today. The room, my sister's room, was beautiful when I arrived. She'd left me notes, a map and a towel out ready. I've unpacked, and have kind of destroyed her room."
"I have just returned. From Oxford Circus I mean. I love London for people watching, it is the only place, period, where you can see a man on the tube getting the most out of his Starbucks by using his fingers and tongue to scrap the left over creaminess inside his cup. (It must have been a Vanilla Creme Ice, Emily) Anyway, I went to get a key cut. My sister flatmate lent me his keys. I didn't get it cut. Something about copies not working, only 70% chance and £10. No thanks.
In the area, I stopped by at Tank. Thinking I would get lost at least a couple of times it was my surprise when I found it straight away. I went in at 11.55, and came out at 12.00. But, I think she appreciated my, "Is there anything you would like me to do on this weekend I have off even in the beautiful sunshine" attitude. Which can't be bad. I had a quick look in Topshop before coming back. Got depressed, and returned, which I said before.
Just spoke to Matt too (the man), which is always lovely. However, you know those annoying situations where two people are doing the exact same thing e.g walking aimlessly across town, and it would make sense for you to do that together, but you're not, because you're are in different places. Blah. Whatever. It's time for some super noodles."
"Oh... Can't wait to start on Monday!"
"OHHHH... Going to an ethical fashion exhibition tomorrow."
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