Okay, i've been totally MIA this week due to the fact i was fannying around in our busy capital. This post; basically a catch up on recent events which have caused me to abandon all of your beautiful faces for far too long, don't slap my wrist too hard though, i bruise like a peach.
My housemate from zante, zoe, whizzed all the way from humble bristol to gloriously spend the day with me in london (while jack was in work). Zoe's a planner, she literally had the whole day planned out to the minute, but i'm a plan ruiner so i dragged her back down to dawdle-ville safe and sound. Even though we went jet-setting in september we had so much to catch up on, including people watching, which is an art the zoester and i have perfected. We had hoped to be complete tourists, zoe whipping out her London A-Z at inappropriately located times, snapping pointless pics of ourselves next to monuments and even spoke in a made up language in public on several victorious occasions. How frickin' cool are we? Anyway; maddam tussauds plans got scrapped; chinese all-you-can-eat plans were tossed; london eye plans were positively discarded; but that did not make our rendezvous a failure.
le ice bar
For those of you who don't know or have never heard of what an ice bar is, it's basically a bar-like room where everything is made of ice, even the chairs and the glasses. This little event was aces, if not a little falsely publicised, a definite must-go-to. You're only allowed in for half an hour, and it's not like a normal bar, you have to book in advance and pay an entrance fee. It's definitely more of a tourist attraction than a bar that you could become a regular in, there is a bar attached with some rather tasty barmen, i could become a regular there but it's full of people just wanting a go in the icey add-on. The drinks were exceptionally cheap too, considering i paid a fiver for a glass of wine near victoria station the day before, a bottle of rosé wine there was ten pounds and five little squids for cocktails which were very strong. I'd just like to point out that in the second picture, i may look completely sloshed, but i wasn't(ish). Me and my little blonde bombshell only stayed for twenty minutes because we didn't want to hit rush hour, i wanted a ben's cookie and she wanted to meet my jack for the first time at clapham who got there at six. So off we trotted and HURRAH, we get to Oxford circus and they decide to shut the gates and not let anybody else in, great choice at five-thirty. FEAR NOT young readers, for i got my ben's cookie, and zoe got to meet my squeeze (sounded like the end of airline) all thanks to good old 'swearing at and pushing strangers' and running.
So we all lived happily ever after, but that's not all we got up to, i'll tell you in my next post about what else 'went down' including my H&M escapades and what not.
P & L