Twats And China

Tom's garden was absolutely smothered in masses upon masses of ash, paper debris and muddy puddles. The revision notes and entire five years of work, burnt to a cinder. Old Maths Classwork books, torn to shreds. The rest of us, absolutely soaked due to Mike's over-enthusiastic firemaning. Aimed mainly at the girls. Girls who were all wearing white tshirts, I might add.

We soon tired of being arsonists, and galloped up to Tom's room, where we hijacked his sellotape, and made interesting shapes with our faces, using said sellotape. Some sang. Some played a playstation gamey thing. The rest sat. I came home with a lego man taped to my knee, a penis drawn on my back and "I *heart* mermaids" emblazoned on my arm.

Wednesday morning was spent in the office (again), and then I visited school in the afternoon, to drop off the last of my Latin books. Sigh. Next was a trip to Staines, where we found an old man who wandered round, toting a carrier bag, and singing opera at the top of his voice. Smoothy things were had, HMV was visited, and Kung Fu Hustle was watched. I am officially in love with Stephan Chow. Whaaaaaaat a god. Pizza Hut ensued (God, aren't we refined?).

Yesterday (Thursendaser) was spent in ye olde Londinium avec Steve. T'was excellente. We left Waterloo, passed the London Eye

And visited County Hall. There was an exhibition on China, so we decided to watch the film. It was hours long, all about communist China, and some chap called Joe. Boring? I think so. We then spent a few hours sitting in the Saatchi Gallery, SKETCHING, and looking at all the paintings. Darn cool.

Lunch was next, and we, being the oh-so-cultured kinds that we are, went to MacDonald's. It's cheap, kay? We sat in Leicester Square, spying on some cute little Chinese men.



Bless 'em.

Being the mature kind that we are, Steve and I proceeded to play with our newly acquired Polly Pockets, given to us generously by Maccy D.



Unfortunately, some be-teened deliquent found it amusing to stamp on said Polly, rendering her, uh, dead.


As Steve had never been to Camden before, I felt it was my duty to take her there. Lalalalaa. After a few hours of trawling the stalls, looking at such delights as tshirts that claimed "I throw peanuts at old women" or "Stab me, I'm a tourist", we came to rest at Camden Lock.

Next, we transported ourselves to le Square de la Trafalgar, where there was some kind of rally. So we sat in the fountain. As you do. For a few hours.

Home was next. We trained, we walked, we MSNed, we made smoochy noises down the phone at Steve's boyfriend, and we discussed many things, and people. Cough. Twats.

Today is the day of le Rosanne partay. Holy moly.