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Another earthquake.

I didn't feel the earthquake this time around:

Skjálfti skekur Breta

Those Tall Fuckers.

There comes  a time when short girls have had all the drama they can handle, and sometimes tall boys are just the answer. I for one really do appreciate Tall Boy and the lack of drama he seems to bring to my life.

Sex On Fire - Kings Of Leon

New Flatmate.

So now we have a new flatmate for a week or so, he's French and doesn't speak much English. I don't speak much French so I'm guessing I'll be working on my miming skills over the next few days.

Bathroom Window

This is the window in the shower of my flat where we keep our shampoos, soaps etc. Three guys and one girl, it's pretty obvious who owns what!

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Little Indie Girl's Wet Dream: My Morning Jacket at The Forum

Tonight I went to see Stillwater..well no it was My Morning Jacket...play The Forum in Kentish Town, it was pretty cheap (15 pounds for a seat!) and  it's pretty close, so off I went! And it could have been Stillwater for all I know :)

I must admit that apart from Z and a couple of songs from their Chapter albumbs, I haven't listened to MMJ all that much so unfortunately the set list isn't coming from me, but they played a lot of songs from Z and several from the new album Evil Urges, an album I must admit I like more than Z!

Jim James, the front man, was clearly hell bent on giving us the full 15 pounds worth last night, he was working his ass off all night but it would have been nice if he'd talked a little more to the audience, all is forgiven though because he wore a cape!  A CAPE!

So that's all I can say, had a great time and I will be catching them again live for sure. Here's a crappy picture I snatched from my seat on the balcony (I did take a couple of short video clips but they all turned out to be crappy):

 

Why I Like This City (For The Time Being).

Spent the afternoon with my friend Gunnar and on my way home in the rain I stepped on some slippery metal grate and literally went flying on the Holloway Road! My shopping bag and umbrella hit the road, I managed to hang on to my mobile phone as I hit the pavement and here we get to the point of this post, someone actually stopped, asked me if I was OK and then helped me back on my feet! This has never (and believe me, I have SOME experience in this!) happened in my hometown, not once! So, go knife-loving-Holloway!

London Knives.

After a quick pow pow on the stairs, my lovely flatmate suggested we started locking the door at night (meaning locking that extra lock, it's not open for anyone to just walk in!). Even though our street is pretty quiet, we're pretty weirded out by the Kinsella stabbing (not 10 min away from here) and the recent murders in New Cross. He had a nasty experience in his old flat in Euston, their door got kicked in and some guy ransacked the place, and he's not keen on that happening (or worse) again.

Hampstead Crepes.

Bethany and Richard introduced me to the glory that is the Hampstead Crepes Stand this weekend and there are no words to describe it! The long queue I think says it all...

Morris Dancing

Morris Dancing

Cock.

The title of this post dates (way) back to 1997, I'm 16 and it was the first week of college (yes yes, we silly Icelanders have a different educational system to you lot) and it's English class...

My English Teacher: So who can tell me what the male chicken is called?
Me: COCK!
*Entire class bursts into laughter*
MET: ..yeees, OR a rooster...

Where am I going with this? Apparently the Isle of Dogs isn't the only place in this city that has an actual farm, an actual rooster has been making an awful lot of racket for the past hour here in N7!