Currently Listening Station to Station By David Bowie Golden Years, TVC15 see related

Rush Hour London gets to be second nature, just hum "Level" by the Raconteurs and watch every one seemingly step on the same foot, left, right, left, right all the way down to the tube platform, scurrying off somewhere but then again so are you.

Friday morning, and I use the term loosely, starts with the grinding and buzzing of my phone set to vibrate on the wooden dresser nearby. Good English morning indeed. Grab a cup of tea and meet a friend for authentic Indian food while wandering double decker style all over Norf Luhn-dohn. Catch a tube to the War museum in Southwark, which is really cool but short. Lots of old pictures and posters from the Battle of Britain. Cannot resist urge to buy large poster of Churchill smoking a cigar and holding a Tommy Gun.

Wander around the southbank before crossing Tower Bridge to hook over to the Fire Monument for a bit before calling it a nice relaxing day.

Saturday, Sarah and I catch a Victoria Line to the end of the line, Brixton, where I keep humming that Clash song. Wander the markets which are all blasting reggae, walk along Electric Avenue and hum that song. We decide to walk up to the next station, which turns into walking all the way back to the London Eye and up through Westminster, another great afternoon.

Sunday is Chinese New Year, Year of the Pig, so friends and I head to Chinatown for the parade, which is short, but well worth it. Plenty of two man dragons, chinese dancers, and loud banging drums. Get a little nervous when Brad lifts Sarah on top of a phone booth to see better, but am relieved when the one rozzer who gives a damn tells her to please get down, but can't help smiling and giggling.

Make dinner that night, Spaghetti and Sangria and stay up late talking with friends and flatmates.

That's about it.