London calling!

Hi guys. 

We're in London now :) We arrived two days ago, at MacDonald Hotel near King's Cross. Have to admit, I was quite nervous because of the cheap accommodation, but this is nice. We got a twin room, and slept in separate beds the first night. I was cold, my bed was by the (a bit) broken window. Last night we moved our beds together, and today I told the receptionist (and probably also the owner) about it. When we came back from our city-walking today, they'd made our beds as one, with double sheets and a thicker blanket :) Nice, good folks. 

Yesterday, we got up at 7 am, and was out at about 9:30. Went to see Covent Garden and the surrounding areas, as well as British Museum. After we'd been strolling around in town for a while, we went back to get some sleep (haha). Later we took a walk to Camden. Ate at "my" thai/chinese vegetarian buffet restaurant ^^ Was nice. Had a beer at The World's End afterwards, before we went home to get some more sleep. 

We started this day (thursday) by taking the underground to Victoria, then further to Westminster, to see the Houses of Parliament and silly Buckingham Palace. I imagined laughing at the guards outside Parliament wearing a Guy Fawkes-mask. Ha-ha. 

I believe going to see the stupid castle today was the most stupid thing ever. LOADS of idiots crowding the place, think they were going to see the royals. Barely made it to Green Park alive! :O And bobbies trying to act tough ofcourse. 

We walked over to Hyde park, feeding some squirrels ^^ And some doves, and other birds and creatures. 

They fancied my boyfriend. 

We took the underground to Notting Hill, and looked around for a while. Had some pretty good vegetarian food, and muffin and black coffee at StarBucks (was sick of looking for cake..). 

Theeeeen, we took a bus to Camden, and ate Doughnuts. Nom ^^ 

We're in bed now, tired. So nighty then. Byebye. 

Let 'em talk!

Blues from the Deep South; Hugh Laurie ^^

And this one here.

And here's a cute kittycat i found at www.evilmilk.com 

L'écume des jours.

Boris Vian (10 March 1920 – 23 June 1959) was a French polymath: writer, poet, musician, singer, translator, critic, actor, inventor and engineer. He is best remembered today for his novels. Those published under the pseudonym Vernon Sullivan were bizarre parodies of criminal fiction, highly controversial at the time of their release. Vian's other fiction, published under his real name, featured a highly individual writing style with numerous madeup words, subtle wordplay and surrealistic plots. L'Écume des jours is the best known of these works, and one of the few translated into English.

I finished reading Daniil Kharms small book of collected works this morning. Which apparently made me think of Boris Vian, my first surrealist favorite author.

Boris Vian

Blue notebook no. 10 Daniil Kharms
There was a red-haired man who had no eyes or ears. Neither did he have any hair, so he was called red-haired theoretically.
He couldn't speak, since he didn't have a mouth. Neither did he have a nose.
He didn't even have any arms or legs. He had no stomach and he had no back and he had no spine and he had no innards whatsoever. He had nothing at all! Therefore there's no knowing whom we are even talking about.
In fact it's better that we don't say any more about him.

Blå Skrivebok nr. 10, Daniil Kharms
Det var en gang en rødhåret mann som ikke hadde øyne eller ører. Hår hadde han heller ikke, så rødhåret var en sannhet med modifikasjoner.
Snakke kunne han heller ikke, fordi han ikke hadde munn. Nese hadde han heller ikke. 
Han hadde ikke engang armer eller bein. Noen mage hadde han heller ikke, ingen rygg hadde han, og ingen ryggrad, og ikke noen slags innvoller heller. Han hadde ingenting! Så, det er umulig å skjønne hvem det var. 
Det er vel best at vi ikke snakker mer om han.

Голубая тетрадь №10, Дании́л Ива́нович Хармс

Был один рыжий человек, у которого не было глаз и ушей. У него не было и волос, так что рыжим его называли условно. 
Говорить он не мог, так как у него не было рта. Носа тоже у него не было. 
У него не было даже рук и ног. И живота у него не было, и спины у него не было, и хребта у него не было, и никаких внутренностей у него не было. Ничего не было! Так что не понятно, о ком идет речь. 
Уж лучше мы о нем не будем больше говорить.

 7. januar 1937

Daniil Kharms

I don't know what to read next, but Im exited. I think I have about 70 books here I haven't read yet ^^ Im thinking about having a go at Charlaine Harris' Sookie Stackhouse series, since we just finished watching the tv-series again.
They better be good.

And spring is finally here! :

 

 

  

 
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