London. Spent a few days with Mumsy and Dadsy in a little showbox sized hotel in Westminster. After a lil flight from Amsterdam. It was nice to see them, yet i was wondering how soon it would take for me to be over it. and yes this was in a few days. haha.
Sitting in a franchise cafe with my mum using expensive wi fi, a gypsyesque woman was staring at us. Before she left, she approached us and said to my mum "the way a mother looks at her son is so beautiful, not like when i look at my daughters." so this jealous bitch was looking to steal me and adopt me as her own in her caravan. but tears gradually welled up in my mothers eyes. For the first time in many many years i saw her cry with joy, and not sadness.
After this emotional incident, we did some youristy crap, checked out Harrods (and saw beyonces entourage from a distance), and spent some pennys at Primark. which is ridicualous. that store could fill the whole population of Japan. or Mexico.
It was weird being in an english speaking country, as i have forgotten entirely how to speak this strange language, being the Swede that i am, but anyway, it was great having english breakfast which i love, exept that the baked beans always take over the whole flavour and make everything soggy.
I was also there just for the 48 hours of the london tube strike. fuck you tube drivers. and i also watched BBUK both nights. i couldnt help myself. but this years seaon is pretty crappy so far.
Oi ill upload photos afterwards when i get the time. so keep comin back.
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