I like to travel. My friends like to keep up with my travelling (or so I like to tell myself). I also like to write about shit. I swear sometimes, and talk about cheese and art. I don't have many nice things to say about art, but cheese is okay I guess.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
I just went out walking today. Didn't really do much. The area of town I'm in right now is a bit sketchy, so I didn't go far off the beaten path.
And oh, the path was beaten.
I found this algae covered river along the way. I think fairies live there.
Disgruntled fairies who have dirty toilets and live on welfare.
I walked and I walked and I walked. I walked entirely into a different city. Neasden? I dunno.
Most of the shops were closed, it being sunday, but it was okay. It was sunny and nice (though a little hot for my tastes; I don't like it when my eyelids sweat). I found this classy little place:
And I thought of Kelly when I saw it.
On the way back I walked past it, and it turns out it was just a pub. I was a little bit disappointed, I have to say.
Then tomorrow?
I think tomorrow I'll go down and check out the Globe, and do the tour they have in the morning. Then afterwards, well, I dunno. I'll be in the area what with interesting things in, so I'll poke around.
Then I think Scott and I talked about getting together tomorrow evening and seeing a show or something, it being his only night off.
Yay! Vacations!
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