G'damn London (Part I)

I'm not sure how to describe the feeling once I landed at the airport and on the train to the city...a bit of a culture shock maybe. It was weird to be able to understand every single word people were saying. I mean after a year of living in the land of the Frog, my ears have become rather ignorant or having some sort of an ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). It was strange in a cool way, however, at some points I felt like I was Mel Gibson in "What Women Want". It was good at first but then was bombarded by too much info. Lucky that it was a British accent, and not some gibberish American accent. (No offense)

As this was my first time in London, walking in the streets passing all these stocky bricked buildings, one of the scenes in those British movies kind of flashed into my head...Snatch, Love Actually, hmmm... Again after being used to the tall skinny Parisian buildings, it was a bit strange, in a cozy feeling though. Well, if any of this makes sense to you, tell me.

Later on we went to TopShop, something that Paris doesn't have, and I couldn't help but constantly saying "Oh my God" as this place is HUGE! All things Paris are rather in a petite size and I wasn't used to a 4-storey shop completely full of the items you (*I*) want to take home! Well, whatever shock I had that day, I was insanely happy and at the same time, under pressure - how could I not spend too much time but still cover all the corners of this place!?!. Apparently I had to sacrify the accessory section and accompanied Mister R. to the menswear. (It was only fair as he did lend his shoulders for me to hold on to for the constant "Oh my God" effects I had.)

We left TopShop after spending over 3 hours there and just rested ourselves before the dinner/drinking time with the friends of Mister R.

The plan was to go to EGG club after we were done "preparing" ourselves with a bottle of Vodka and all these red bull cans. It seemed like a great choice when we were checking out the website and all but after waiting for quite a (long) while, the place didn't seem to pick up. So at around 3am, we called it quits and carried our disappointment home. Oh well, better luck next time then hey.

(Pictured here was the ONLY hight light at EGG, just 'cause she was drunk.)

Like Mister "Exclusive" was saying, the Top Ten doesn't mean anything. It's not no.1 Yeah, we should have gone to FABRIC (like recommended by Karl Cox in one of the columns in the esyJet magazine...*eyes rolling*)