When The Lord Made Me, He Made A Rambling Man

This week since my trip to London has been very very odd.  Tuesday was a huge day, as previously stated.  Then Wednesday I decided to take it easy and ended up just staying in the whole day, working on my Rubiks cube, lying in my bed and reading.  On Wednesday night, Elisabeth, Hannah, Nadine, Sam and myself met at Hannahs for a hang out and then went to Studenterhuset where we met some other pals and proceeded to get rather drunk. The music was way below good, until the last 20 minutes - when I absolutely had it.

The next few days were a cycle of sleep til gone 12, lay about until 4, shower, dinner, go out.  Thursday night I went to see Isobel Cambell and Mark Lanegan at VEGA.  It was a sit-down acoustic affair with lots of young cool Copenhageners.

Bit of a rubbish video, but it sounded like this.

After we went to this bar, but I left pretty early as I was feeling the previous night quite a bit.  Despite this, I slept for years and then Friday night we hung at Hannahs, then went to a pre-party at Max and Lorelei's new pad, then me and Elisabeth cycled up to the CSS Friday Bar, which was all kicking off.  It was the busiest I've ever seen it, and while I didn't drink very much, we did stay quite late just marvelling at the crowds and dancing.  Then Saturday night, again we all headed to Hannahs, as there was a big party at Tietgen Kollegium.  It was alright, we requested some songs, danced on the stage, got taught a weird dance routine by some Danish girls and cycled through the freezingness to bed.  Sunday I used to sort out what my life had become so that I was ready for a more normal week.  Charlie came round last nigh for dinner and to pick up his bag that I have had in my office for 2 MONTHS!  Then I slept 11 hours, then I was ready for regular life again.  Actually spent today in the library studying, such a good start to the 2nd Semester.

'There's been a stabbing'

Friday was a day of excitement with an underlying freakout waiting in the wings. Slept a little too late, did my errands a little too slowly, had 20 minutes to pack before I had to leave.  Somehow I managed it, though I am no sure how.  I was deeply engrossed in an episode of Deal Or No Deal where the guy dealt waaaaayy to early and lost out big time. Gutted.  Got the metro to Lufthavn (KBH airport) and swept through security as always.  Sat down for like 20 minutes and read my book (Lord of the Flies) then got called to the gate.  Left on time (WOOOAAAHHH) but hit some pretty scary turbulence.  I survived though. Got out into the English air and basically got shoved to the ground by the ferocious wind.  The kind EasyBus man let me on his bus so I didn't have to stand outside to wait for mine and then we were on our way.  Even through North London Friday evening traffic it took about 80 minutes, jumped on the tube and met Tanya and Phoebe at Kilburn Park.  Bought some booze and went back to the apartment ABOVE A PUB for dinner and drinks with her housemates.  When we left the apartment for the pub, everything just went really mental.  This leashless dog jumped all over us, then a strange man videoed us in the pub, then there was a fight, then we thought there might have been a stabbing outside, and then we got invited to an 'after-party' at some 30/40 year old mens flat. Lovely.  The weirdest bits were the 40+ man smoking outside who claimed he was the same age as us, and the fact that the DJ did not have any David Bowie. Moron.  Home via Woody's kebabs, hit the hay at 5.30am.

Woke up at 12ish to a bustling Kilburn High Road.  Coffee and then to Euston for the Vintage Fair at Bloomsbury Bowling Lanes.  Was nice to look at and watch people bowling, but we were all a bit too hungover to care.  Still we watched the makeover area and bought/ate cake.  I had banana and walnut.  Then we walked around for ages, and stopped for a drink in a really beautiful pub, the floor was actual cobblestones, the walls were wood and there were fairylights covering an entire wall.  We waved goodbye to Tanya at St. Pancras, and headed back to Kilburn for Take Me Out and Chinese take-away.  What was meant to be an early night before my interview turned out to be sleep at 3am, just through to much talking.  Up at 8am, prepped, tubed to Pimlico and was early and in the waiting room.  Feel like it went really well.  Went back to Phe's to change, then to Leicester Square to have lunch with Vikki.  Delightful as always.  Then we went to see 127 Hours with James Franco for £10.70, which blew my mind a little bit.  It was so worth it though.  The gory scene was pretty gory, but the rest was so well shot and acted.  And James Franco is a comedy genius - 'Can't take this off, its my face.'  Also a real hottie.  Met Phoebe for Chinese New Year in Chinatown (where we saw a man play-fighting with a huge cuddly Panda to Kung Fu Fighting), but then got really tired so headed back to hers for food and to watch David crumble in his hangover.

On Monday, we had a semi-leisurely start and went for a spot of shopping in the charity shops of Kilburn High Road - I got a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and 2 nail varnishes - last of the big spenders.      
Weetabix for lunch, and then a few last minute giggles before tube, bus, plane and metro - back sat on my bed in KBH a mere 7.5 hours after I left Phoebes.  Basically straight to bed.

This morning I was up at 8am, for my 9am class on post-colonialism with a lecturer who looks like a lion and a fellow student called Aslan in it.  I think I will continue with this course, but not write an essay at the end as I have enough credits from my other classes.  Also had my first African Studies class with the legend that is Bjorn M.  Only 9 people in that class.  Dinner with Nadine and Hannah, and then home, due to the ridiculous lack of good old-fashioned sleep for the last 4 nights.