Pictures, London, leaving.

This is most likely to be my last picture post from the the northern hemisphere. Until the next time I visit, that is.



The Egyptian bit of the British Museum appeals to sad nerds like myself. Hieroglyphics make written English look very boring.



I'm thinking about making this my new profile picture. The likeness is astounding.



Hey! Look! It's a famous bridge thing in London!

And I'm spent.

London was full of dirt, bums, smashed bus shelters, noisy trains, famous things, and it's got a big, muddy river running through it. Everyone is trendy. Even the 'alternative' gangs who have tried their hardest to show how non-conformist they are.

"Hey, you! Mr. Alternative! I know that you paid £150 for a brand-new jacket with scraggy bits on it, in the hope of it looking like it's come from an op-shop! You can't fool me!"

I didn't actually say that. I was far too busy not fitting in.

This Saturday I'm flying home. Interspersing periods of laziness with visits to exotic countries for the last seven months (where has the time gone?) has been bloody cushy, but all good things must come to an end.

Next week marks the beginning of my job hunt; my attempt to scrounge some things together and call it My Life.

exBF: I can pick you up from the airport no problem, but I might be called into work.
Me: That's ok. I think BeFri is picking me up after she finishes work.
exBF: I take it you're not staying here on Monday night, then?

WHAT? WHAT WHAT WHAT? NO! NO NO NO!

I don't know what the next couple of months will bring, but they probably won't be easy.



Ooh. Feel better now.

I'll probably post again before I go, but if not, I'll see you on the other side.