Clubs and Markets

Going out in London (but really anywhere):

-Don’t drink anything that isn’t poured in front of you and constantly attended by trustworthy persons

-Try not to dance with anyone you didn’t come with

-Keep at least one person who knows how to get home within sight at all times

-Have Rachel do your eye makeup (she can be bribed into providing this service with cookies)

That said, very fun night out dancing with the flat mates. Two of Anais’ French friends were visiting and several of the boys from the flat above ours came with us so we were quite a large group, but the places (a pub on Oxford Street and a club farther down Oxford Street) were very cool. Bizarrely though almost all the music they played was American, but like two or three years behind the curve, so a little lame. And the great thing about living in Paddington is that we can walk home without fussing with the sketchy night buses.

Some members of our party may have attempted to quote Shakespeare to varying degrees of success while walking back from a night out in London in the rain: definitely memorable.

This morning Chloe and Rachel and I went to Portobello Road, an awesome antique outdoor market in Notting Hill where I must return to purchase a proper English teapot with cloying little painted flowers, for which I am very excited. And we got English breakfasts! With dubious meats and weird tomatoes and eggs cooked exactly unlike the way I like them (i.e. how Dad makes them), but it was an important if stomach-injurious cultural experience.

My course schedule requires me to basically read an entire British novel and an entire Shakespeare play every week. So, I’m going to get on that.