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Almost But Not Quite A National Holiday.

I went to watch the Oxford Cambridge boat race on the Thames this afternoon at Ye White Hart in SW13, near Barnes Bridge, not because I have strong feelings for either establishment, I was just there to see some posh blokes with signet rings, wax coats and Range Rovers parked around the corner get all excited about some equally posh blokes (but hotter!) in boats ;)

I figured showing up an hour or so ahead would be plenty, we could grab a good viewing spot, maybe even some food before the posh festivities began. Oh boy was I wrong! We showed up, it's grey and muggy outside but that didn't deter the ENTIRE population of London to take to the banks of the Thames and the surrounding pubs! But still, we did our feisty Viking foremothers proud, elbowed our way to the front and the waiting began.

The scene was oddly reminiscent of the 17th of June; it was raining, everyone was freezing, it was too crowded, all beverages were served in plastic cups and overpriced. The only thing missing were the liberated helium Disney characters that usually decorate the sky.

So Oxford won convincingly* and here are some pics:

*I was routing for Cambridge, not just because I happened to be situated in that area of the pub...

The Number of Five Year Olds I Could Take in a Fight.

24

Gaman að vera námsmaður í útlöndum í dag.

Í gær  rétt áður en ég fór að sofa var gengið á íslensku krónunni gagnvart pundinu 141 og þegar ég vaknaði var það komið í 150.

Íslenzka krónan - bezt í heimi.

Bright Lights Big City.

It's Friday night and this gal is spending it home alone, enjoying having the mansion to herself this weekend because in a couple of weeks she'll be leaving the Queen's Club and heading over to Rodent Street all the way across town. I signed the new lease this morning so in the beginning of April I'll be moving in with 3 male PHD students, a worthy experiment!

So how am I spending my quality alone time? I'm chopping fruit for my morning mix for the next 10 days, the dishwasher and the washing machine are being put to good use, I have Ashes to Ashes on in the background and a beer in my hand. Wild times I tells ya!

Ah, Ashes to Ashes, Miami Vice eat your heart out! This sorta-sequel to Life on Mars is my favourite show at the moment, I'm in 1980s heaven every Thursday. Last night I realised just how great the soundtrack to the show is. It would be oh so easy just to jam in some cheesy 80s greatest hits mix, the songs that are used are not necessarily the biggest hits but they just hit the mark every time (and now I want to go dancing!). Oh and it has Mr. Machismo in it, DCI Gene Hunt, the Gene Genie, whom I have an old-man-crush on ;)

“Why am I dressed as a prostitute at a party where the only music they are playing is from 1981?”, she’s in a scuffle with a posh drug-dealer, and we don’t know why, what’s happened to her daughter, whether she’s dying or what on earth she’s doing in 1981. Then Gene Hunt arrives, and we know everything’s going to be all right."

Today I paid a visit to my old local library on Euston Road and saw one of the more pathetic come-ons I've had the pleasure to witness. This rather buxom girl of some Middle Eastern descent or other was reading a novel in the newspaper-reading-seating-area and this scrawny guy was hovering around in the easy read/big font section right behind her, every now and then giving her the once over. Finally he plucked up the courage,  randomly chose a book and  walked over to her table, "Erm, hi,  is this chair free? I mean is anyone sitting here? Can I sit down? Can I sit here with you?" The lady in question turned her head, gave him the evil eye and the poor guy retreated to the easy read section with his tail between his legs. Next time I suggest a ghetto blaster and some Peter Gabriel pal! What lady can resist a bit of Lloyd Dobler action? Alltaf stuð á bókó! Ef aðeins fólk vissi!

One Day Viv.

One of these days, one of these days...

...until then it's just the Daily Telegraph on Vivienne Westwood.

Celebrity Sighting. Sort Of.

Just as I was limping out of Waitrose in Russel Square the wind was blowing like crazy and I caught some woman's cap with my one good foot, turns out it was Siobhan Hayes who plays Abi Harper on BBC's My Family. This would be my first celebrity sighting in this town, I'm usually too busy talking to notice anything around me!

Another Paul Dano Post.

What can I say, love this photo...

More Cryptic Crap.

Yes I have a photo of an old ironing board up on my wall, get over it please.

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