soaring into the next series
We're almost ready to jump on the plane - in fact, champing at the bit to get ready and leave London. It's very exciting to be embarking on yet again, a new trip to a new country. I just can't wait to go.
Friday, before I departed the agency I was pulled into the office to talk about what I would change in future. Fearing I may blurt everything out, I requested to have a think about it and come back to her. I then parted ways, and lost half the afternoon by cleaning out my desk and looking with this guy whose last day it was, at the Scotland Yard's ten most wanted.
I finished up at the agency without much of a goodbye, went to this guy's farewell - and 5 people came for mine. Hugely popular in the UK office obviously, but I was pleased I wasn't expected to linger for long, so Max and I could escape around 7:30pm and slip into our own night.
From there we went back to Notting Hill for one of our best dinners yet. A place called, I think, Wine & Pizza Bar, with great pizza, great sticky date pudding, just great - probably also on a high after finishing up after a most heinous month of work (the weekends were ace). We meandered our way home, exploring yet more backstreets of Notting Hill. An early night to ready ourselves for a final weekend in London. Hip hip hooray!
We slept in a bit late Saturday, then made our way out into the bracing cool breezes, into Kensington Gardens to go squirrel hunting. Or more aptly, squirrel spotting. We've become quite good - we managed to spot over 20 - and I got to feed them some of my muesli bar. So cute! They then began chasing me, they'd heard the word on the street, they knew I had the good stuff and they wanted a piece of the action. All was well until I heard swooping wings, not just one set, around 20-30, turned around and saw a flock of pigeons heading my way. I felt like Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz. I was surrounded. Max had luckily already cleared the group, and all that remained was me and a couple of squirrels frozen in fear. I finally summoned the courage to charge through, and got out of there very quickly.
We walked to the deli for a quick breakfast, and then to the Victoria and Albert Museum to take in 'Black British Fashion' which was quite interesting. We hot footed it back to Notting HIll to meet up with our friend Kith, walked around the neighbourhood, got an Ottolenghi hot chocolate, and kept walking for a while, stumbled upon the bookshop from the film 'Notting Hill', and then made our way home. We showed Kith our 'room' which also doubles as a shoebox when no one's staying over.
The three of us then regrettably ate McDonald's for dinner as we were in a bit of a rush, and then headed on the tube to Shepherd's Bush to watch M. Ward play at Bush Hall. We encountered a few obnoxious Australians on the way - and apparently Shepherd's Bush is where a lot live, so we kept a low profile.. But M. Ward. Amazing. Great venue, amazing venue, with chandeliers spotted throughout. So pretty. And M. Ward played in all his pared back glory. A great gig. Then home and crashed out.
On Sunday, we went to Harvey Nicks - which has fantastic Christmas windows - male mannequins with mohawks of snowflakes all white and grand. I was looking for some shoes to replace my old faithfuls, however, once I asked the assistant if she had a size 41 - she responded, 'we only go up to 8' grabbed the shoe from me and walked away. I left Harvey Nicks with a bitter taste and hoped for more from Harrods.
And more more more, how do you like it? Harrods was hilarious. A mish mash of arcades, Christmas decorations of Edwardian style costumes with planet of the ape heads - what in the world was this place. Max told me any child of his would not be allowed in the Christmas decoration departments.
We then took the stairs (as opposed to the Egyptian Escalators) as we had to meet a friend back at Notting Hill. We came face to face with a garish memorial to Dodi and Di - maidenhair ferns, gold, gold, gold, Maxy and I skidaddled out of there very quickly!
Met with Harald in the rain. A funny meeting, one which had taken quite some time to tee up. We had a great afternoon chatting, then walked back, us three, in the rain, me with wet Converse sneakers and sodden socks.
Max and I wolfed down some cheese toasties (Or toosties as the Welsh call them), and then caught the tube to take part in the Jack the Ripper London Walk. I was expecting around 20 people to take part with Don - the leader. This was some bumper night, for I think conservatively there would have been over 150 people. Wowsers. We each paid our £5.50 - and went off with three different leaders.
We had Andy - who I have to say reminded me of my friend's boyfriend so much, I had trouble taking him seriously. But alas, Max and I flocked to the front of the group and heard all that Andy had to say about the ghoulish Whitechapel murders, as well as some history about the East End, as well as the police forces of London (City Police versus the Met Police). It ended at around 9:30pm near the Ten Bells pub (where the killer may have allegedly drunk with the prostitutes) near Spitalfields markets. A fascinating tour, and I would definitely recommend these walks to anyone -regardless of whether you're a London local, Andy's knowledge of history, geography and culture was amazing, and held us both captive throughout the two hours.
And then there was Monday, and sucking everything we can from each day has become our mantra. Off we popped to have brunch at Fortnum & Mason, where they wouldn't serve me toast so I had to settle for a banana milkshake (so good) and carrot cake (not bad, not bad at all) and Maxy ate scrambled eggs with salmon. Contented, we wandered through the foodhall, and were spat back out onto the street.. We rushed up and down Regent Street, went back into Liberty - just for the fun - by far the best windows we have seen, and such a beautiful store.. Off to Marylebone Street to visit V.V. Rouleaux and picked up some great ribbons for Christmas.. And then to Ottolenghi for dinner and a quiet night in so we could pack for our Paris leg of the journey.
There was also yet another memorable tube moment when this girl was avidly staring at me. I cheesey smiled back at her, and she didn't know what to do back. Very amusing.
Today we went to Fenwick in New Bond Street, which was a great laidback department store, then to Top Shop where I found a special 'tall' section. Fantastic. Back to our place and then to find this stinky internet cafe. Phew. And my connection keeps cutting out and driving me insane. There's bad Celine Dion music on, and luckily for me folks, there is salvation.
Tonight we're going to see The Frames play at Bush Hall with Kith (an Irish band with our Irish friend) which we're both really excited about.
And then tomorrow, we bid adieu to London to head to Paris until December 11.
Plum loco and in love,
Twiggy and Maxy