the next stop london

headed out to london. checked the new dave mammet, with stiles and eckart. quite good writing and i thought very good acting, but it seams reasonable minds differ. but i'm right and they are not. next wikkid noodle shop! incredible rammen, crazy ginger tomato peper sause. fish and chips. my first time. malt vinigar and everything. warm pint from the caste on the side. saw the memorial to diana, it was off. strange. saw hyde park, palament and ben again. buckingham, and a weird statue of abe lincoln. not sure how that got in there. walked about all day. so much walking. its increadible! then headed out side town to a more suburban neighborhood. it was cool to see where the people live. went to a pub there andf met just the nicest people. they kept feeding us and playing us beautiful baleric beats. first time i think i have really heard them proper and not in the context of a set dedicated mostely to something eles. next most of our crew was getting tired, so we shed some kids and the hard core headed to turnmills. we caught groove armada! oh shit did they rock it too!!! crowd was insane, whisles, yelling hands in the air, soul clap, the whole fucking lot!!! highlights of the night: random blond grabbing me to make out on the dance floor, pints of red stripe free flowing, wheres your head at baging up the place, super styling making the floor bounce, cece peniston, and born slippy literally making about a thousand kids sing in harmony and making your truely cry! it was absolutely phenominal. met some kids with zef in line, nice enough to give us the heads up on some doggy fuckers about. next it was back to the hotel, but on arival we realized, oh shit its moring and time to head back. problem was tubes not running yet, so wanding the street we meat a few nice british girls also stranded from a lat night partying at covent gardens. so we wandered the city together for the next three hours, culminating it the most amazing mcmuffing i have ever tasted. trip back listening to some heavenly and valentines on the train looking out at country houses and fields of flowers. remeinded me of the art work on the some friendly singles and stuff.

next crashed out listening to eno. after a bit of a rest 4th of j party at the row house of the program dirrector. he and his wife are the shit. very cool, very brilliant. nice party, lots of wine, and headed to kings college the oldest of all to listen to their 500 year old choir sing lennon covers while floating on punt baots. wikkid!!! sandwiched between the river and gothic cathedral listing to the choirs leenon reditions. wow!!! next off to a pub from the 1500's drank something called desil. pretty cool. jsut kickin with some cool kids getting loaded, dancing and talking cod shit about law till 2 in the am.

i like it here!!!

oh in case i didn't mention before the dopest hotest curry i have ever had, phall its called. blinding wikkid, between that and the kababs i could be very very happy!!!

i'm off for a pint!!!