Adventures in London Town

I have had like the best day ever today, it has been filled with fun, frolics, spending and laughing. So I thought that I would share my magical day with you fine people out there... I hope that you enjoy...

Adventures in London Town.

Days like today are awesome, that is a fact. I only hope that you fine people have days like I have had. If not I am very sad for you. Come hang out with me, craziness is bound to occur.

Tinkerbell (My sister) and I have been wanting to go to London together for a while now, and she has every Wednesday off of college and I have 2 weeks off work so we decided that we would go explore London together and buy Christmas presents whilst we were there.

Our day starts with an alarm, an alarm that reluctantly drags me from my peaceful slumber. I was extremely cheesed and did not want to get out of my nice warm bed, but I have been looking forward to my day with Tink for ages so drag myself out of bed I do.

Now we set ourselves a time of nine to be out of the house, but Tink and I take forever as usual to get ready and we're running 20 minutes late. Which is very typical behaviour from us.

We get in to town and rush for our train, the train is as usual packed to full capacity. Full trains really annoy me, it's a stupid pet peeve but there it is.

Tink sits in front of me and we share my ipod and read our magazines, chatting easily, and the hour and a half passes quite quickly, when we get to London we push through the hordes of people and then the arctic wind hits us.

The first thing that we do is head to the underground and purchase our train tickets. One machine has no queue so I go to that and am in the middle of purchasing our tickets when an older gentleman leans in and jabs Tink with his finger "That machine is broken." He says, but it's working so I ignore him and continue with my purchase, sure enough however the card part of the machine is broken so I get in the queue for the working machine. Telling the people queuing behind me that the machine is broken. But like me before them, they ignored me and the cycle continued. English people are idiots. I am one of them.

However foreign people are idiots too, as proven by the delightful woman ahead of me in line, who brazenly ignores the massive "CARD ONLY" signs and tries to put her five pound note into the credit card slot. After several failed attempts she turns to me and asks for help. I tell her that she can't use cash and that it's card only. She doesn't understand. I point to the sign that says "CARD ONLY" and she doesn't understand. I was somewhat tempted to get out my credit card and show her, however I am worried she will think that I am offering to buy her ticket, so my card stays in my purse. After repeating myself ten more times in slow, loud (because you know that if you say something louder it's easier to understand) basic English she gets it and gets the hell out of the line - halle-bloody-lujiah.

I finally purchase our tickets and we head off to Camden Town.

Camden is my favourite place in London. It's where all the cool kids hang out. It's filled with rockers and scene kids and all the 'hipsters' and they have awesome market stalls where you have to haggle. I have so much fun haggling.

Tink and I go in and are just browsing and we get sleazy market traders saying what pretty ladies we are, and that they'll give us a good price as we're pretty ladies - ha! One asks if Tink and I are sisters which we confirm that yes, we are. He then asks which is the older sister. Tink isn't impressed and I am chuffed, I'm pretty sure he's just flattering me to get a sale.

He then asks how old we are, when I tell him that I am 26 he is genuinely shocked, which does wonders for the ego, and then he tells me he was sure I was 17/18. Now I fear he is taking the piss, that or my Oil of Olay is working wonders.

However his flattery gets him nowhere and we leave without purchasing anything.

As we're wondering around, I am in my own little world, as usual and Tink gets all excited.

"OH my god! it's that guy from Big Brother." Big Brother is a show we were obsessed with in my house we saw it all the time, so I was quite excited by this news and whipped my head around so fast I gave myself whiplash.

"What?! Who?!" I ask, my eyes scanning the crowds of people.

"The good looking one." Tink says desperately.

"John James?" I ask frantically, he was very goodlooking, a bit of a knob-head but a very attractive one.

"Yes!" Tink screeches.

"Where?" I ask, and she gestures to three men walking away.

I was on the scent like a bloodhound, I think I would make an excellent member of the paparazzi I was all over him like a rash. I power walked until I was at a level with him, and I heard his Australian accent, I power walk harder and overtake him, glancing back and ascertain that yes, it is in fact John James, we stalk him until he ducks in to a shop, possibly to avoid us, and because he's only a Z list celeb, I give up. Had it been Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance, or Kellan Lutz, I wouldn't have given up until they had been sexually molested in some way by me.

Tink and I shop for hours, before deciding to head to Piccadilly and do some more Celeb spotting if possible.

We get as far as Leicester Square before feeling like we were going to keel over and die from the cold, so we go into the fine dining establishment of McDonald's, where we grab a quick bite to eat, thaw out a little and then carry on, knowing we have at least four hours to kill before we can go home.

We spend hours window shopping, and see tons and tons of things that we want to buy ourselves, which is not helpful when you are looking to buy Christmas presents for other people, we're putting off going back in to the cold, but know that it is inevitable.

So I decided to get us a hot chocolate and suggest a walk beside the Thames. We go to Starbucks, get a small hot chocolate, then we stand at the small bar and add the sugar and chocolate powder.

"Would you like sugar?" I ask Tink.

"Yes please." She replies and as I pour sugar in she says quick as a whip.

"I want sugar not diabetes." I let out the loudest bark of shocked laughter, before clapping my hand over my mouth to suppress my loud laugh.

That's the thing with Tink, she is unbelievably hilarious and quick witted, and she always keeps me on my toes.

We go out and walk miles, we get lost about three times before I realise that we've walked in the wrong direction. As we're walking down the pavement, we see a business man, walking aggressively - you know the type, the ones who have finished work and want to get home as quickly as possible, the ones who hate every single person that get in their way.
Well mr. business man walks around a group and then things go wrong, he stumbles, and in slow motion he goes down, twisting as he falls as if he's unsuccessfully trying to do a para-roll. His laptop case smacks down, he falls harder, the sound of his skin scraping the pavement is loud in the London night. People stop and stare at him, as if they want to offer him help, but won't unless he's really hurt. He get's up pretty quickly, picks up his case and walks away. As soon as he's out of earshot, I am lost. The giggles consume myself and Tink as well, we're laughing hysterically, clutching our sides. I am having trouble breathing when Tink gasps out. "Did you see how he rolled into a fetal position?" and I laugh harder. Impossibly harder. I am sobbing, no sound is coming from my mouth. I gasp in a breath and a loud cackle fills the air. The walkway is busy so we can't stop, and I am walking and laughing, so is Tink, we're walking blind. I manage to walk for three blocks laughing all the while. People are looking at me like I'm crazy. And I guess I am a little but I can't help myself. There is something so inherently funny about people hurting themselves. Not seriously of course. But minor injuries are always just so, so funny. Karma will find a way of repaying me, but I'm still laughing as I recall this story to type it up.

The rest of our trip is a total success we laugh some more, take some pretty pictures of London at night (it's very pretty seeing all the lights), there's a Christmas Market that we visit. We have to run for our train when we get to the station as there's only four minutes until the train leaves, we manage to get on the train with no problems, which I am VERY grateful for. And Tink and I recall the poor falling man again and we both laugh until we are crying, earning odd looks from the other passengers.

All in all, a fantastic adventure with my best friend.