Landed in London about 7:00am, after a 30min delay flying in holding patterns over London. Unfortunately I couldn't get to the window to take pictures of the luminescent city scape but it was a beautiful and promising prospect; especially after 22hrs in limbo.
Having retrieved my bag I toddled of to the tube in a bit of a daze and sat awkwardly on the Piccadilly line as perturbed commuters were inconvenienced by my rotund bag. I eventually made it to Finsbury Park, where Sally was waiting with hugs to take me back to her share house in Stoke Newington. Number 31 , the mad house that would become my second home for 5 of the next 11 weeks. But more on '31' and its delightful residents in later posts.
So after stopping in at 31 briefly to deposit my bag and get my bearings before venturing out again to find Kensington Olympia where I met up with my charming friend Alice for some unabashed nerdiness at the Doctor Who Experience. You (my potentially nonexistent readership) may come to know my somewhat eclectic tastes and, I hope, will appreciate my occasional bouts of nerdiness. Some may be regarded as the intellectual indulgences of a passionate academic; frolicking around the sets and props of Doctor Who past is not one of them. I couldn't resist buying myself a miniature tardis and a little red Darleck after passing through the interactive sets of the exhibition with moving floors and mechanised life sized Darlecks.
Following our experience in the tardis, Alice and I navigated across London to meet up with Sally and our old friend Madelin to indulge the consumerist aspects of my personality in the fashion mecca that is Oxford Street. Unfortunately, as I was operating on at most an hour (collectively) of sleep, I could manage little more than wandering thought the racks of Topshop and Urban Outfitters in awe, muttering 'I will be back' to my companions.
After approximately 52hrs without sleep I drifted off around 9pm in Sally's cosy little box room on the third floor of 31.
