On Saturday I got a lift to London with Gordon and Claire because they were going to see Noel Fielding and I was going to watch the grand prix with JonP, Emma, Rachel, and then JonP’s friends Sam and Stephanie too.
On the Saturday night I met JonP at Oxford Circus and we went to Hamburger + and had burgers and Coke floats. From there we went for a fairly long walk around parts of London. I saw Nelson’s Column, Big Ben, and some stuff like that, and then we walked right under the London Eye and along the south bank of the Thames for a while until we reached the OXO Tower (snigger).
We found a pub there, but it was too busy, so we walked into the city again where we found a bar that was too quiet. I said the next bar would be “juuuust right,” and JonP said “only until the bears get back.”
We reached a third bar on the way to another and decided to go in. It was a Canadian themed bar. JonP got the first round of Sailor Jerry at just over £12 for 2 drinks. We moved away from the bar, and this was when we noticed that there was a stuffed bear in a glass case right beside us. I don’t know how to work out the chances of something like that, but they must be absolutely minuscule!
From there we went to a bar called The Porterhouse and had a couple of pints of Frulli. A man we introduced to Frulli did not like it at all! One of the rounds came to £8.80 and I gave JonP £10 for it. Imagine my surprise when he gave me £8.80 change! The bartender apparently isn’t very good at his job.
After that we went for a walk that took us through Soho at night. A very interesting place, to say the least. One woman asked if I was looking for girls and one man asked if I was looking for anything, and JonP and I agreed that he probably meant pretty much anything.
We took the world’s longest route to the next bar, which was a blues bar. We spent the rest of the night in there drinking Sailor Jerry, listening to a band who sounded like they performed the original recording of the Pulp Fiction theme tune (they actually did play it, as did the following band), and hanging out with a couple from Sleaford named Daryll and Kerry.
We stayed out until 3 and then gradually made our way to a bus stop without any food shops near it, caught the N7 to JonP’s street. I tried to get off the front of the bus, which you’re not supposed to do, but the driver eventually let me off.
When we got in I put my phone on charge and everything else on a table. JonP promptly poured a glass of water over my belongings and then we cleaned it up and went to sleep! It was after 4am by this point.
At 9:30 we woke up so we could get ready to go to Emma’s. JonP’s friend Stephanie arrived before we were quite ready and then we waited for Sam, who had decided to join us.
It was really sunny and quite warm all the way to the tube, which was nice.
The grand prix itself wasn’t super-exciting, but much fun was had at Emma’s house anyway. A short while afterwards I had to get back to the other side of London to meet Gordon and Claire, so we left again.
I travelled most of the length of the Victoria line and then hung around for a little while for Gordon and Claire to arrive. I also gave away my tube ticket, after much effort.
All in all I had a really great weekend, and now I’m moving to London.