Lame!

Oh, public transport?!

All is well. Work is going awesomely, and my househunting has not made me a bitter and unhappy shell of my former self (even if the places I have looked at have made my heart alternatively sad and uncomfortable). All in all, London has proven to be a friendly and affectionate place.

So, when invited to have a beer at the local pub by my work peeps, how could I refuse? It was innocent enough, a beer, a bite to eat, a tube home? Next thing, I’m a little bit super tipsy, and they are serving hot camembert and bread. Which, beyond my capacity to reason, is delicious. So after that I wandered to the tube in Clapham and settled in for some hardcore ‘Sonic Rush’ on my DS, and some of Radiohead’s ‘In Rainbows’.

And then I woke up, one station past the one I was supposed to get off at. ONE HOUR LATER. Who knows what happened?! It was concerning at best. So now, one attempted tube, one failed and one boarded bus, one car of policepeople speartackling chavs and one beer bought from the local off license, I am home.

Awesome?! Tomorrow will be the photos, the househunt, and the delicious breakfast I find for myself. People, London is pretty freaking awesome. Which is more intimidating than anything, because if I don’t hate it, and my job seems pretty rad, and I don’t come straight home, then I suppose I’ll be staying for a bit. Um… sorry Mark?