There's no place like London

On Friday I was awoken at 6:30AM by Calum calling me to tell me he was bored. I hate Calum. However, after about thirty seconds I realised that it was Summer in the City and I had a gathering to get to and a train to catch. After some rushing and some panicking over nearly missing my bus, I made it on the train to Sheffield to meet Conor and Johnny. I'll spare you all the boring details about Conor's train getting cancelled and me spending an hour in a strange city watching homeless people steal newspapers. Next on my itenerary was spending the good part of an hour not moving in a traffic jam near Derby and getting lost just before entering central London.

After succesfully delivering Conor to his desired location I met up with Sarah, Beckie and Laura to have fun times in London which involved McDonalds and a sudden rainstorm-- so not really fun times at all. I don't remember much else about Friday other than making friends with some people due to a debate about Digimon and getting pushed into a wall by a zombie and bleeding. A lot.

I then had a night with nearly no sleep at all because of the constant tintinnabulation* I was forced to experience. I spent the next day getting unknowingly sunburned in Hyde Park and approaching random people to say "he'ey". Saturday was the best day mainly because I bought a Miley Cyrus book, saw some puppies and got to keep my vodka at the venue on the night time. The only downside would be the scary walk to the station by myself at eleven thirty-- but after my overdramatic, distressing tweet Orla and Amy called me to make sure that I was still, y'know... breathing?

I had encounters with a lady with no teeth and a drunk man who smiled at me but managed to get to the hostel in one piece thanks to Beckie's determination and running skills. I slept better that night, probably because a few people had said "see you tomorrow" which made me smile as that never happens with internet people. The Sunday consisted of lollipops, homeless people and pigeon feathers-- which make a delightful combination. And then I went home, which I have no desire to write about because I miss London terribly.

*I'm really happy that I got the chance to use tintinnabulation in a real sentence. It means 'the rining of bells' (FYI, my hostel was near St. Paul's Cathedral).