Trip Start May 08, 2006
108Trip End Mar 07, 2007
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Still in London.... Under Pressure!!
What has happened since the last entry.
May i begin. I finished working at the sandwich shop for the year. Two friends returned to London on the same day. Shelley and Sarah. Not together. Rae went to Dublin. Where are you rae? Caught up with the two. Shelley got me drunk and tried to take advantage of me and tried to touch me in places which i do not speak. I was mortified.
I then caught up with Sarah. It was hard to understand her since she had a thick thai accent from being there for so long. I met up with sarah and her friends and Sarah somehow coersed me to stay with her over Christmas
Sarahs family is something else. I love em. Her mum is japanese and is so nice. Always making lunch for me and spoiling me. Then theres her dad. The stereotypical Englishman. He used words such as Blimey, Jolly Good, Old Chap and even Woopsie dasie. I thought only Hugh Grant said Woopsie dasie. Her sister was really nice too. So was Sarah. Well as nice as Sarah can be.... hahaha. I know your reading this sarah! I do really apreciate Sarah and her family letting me stay though. It would have been a pretty lousy christmas to spend in hammersmith with the drunks. I was made to feel as part of the family. The only thing im bitter about is the pint glass.
I think anyone who has met me in the last week has probably met me while drunk. I had a few drinks with the boys from work, then after that i drunk every day for 6 days. In fact i think almost every picture is a picture of me and im intoxictated in some way. I should have renamed this entry, "Brett drunk"
Christmas eve was spent drinking. Ive never seen so many dressed up people in a pub in my life. I felt out of place in my nth ireland jersey and pants with pockets that i sticky taped together. At home that would be dressed up. But the culture seems so different in London. People get dressed up for pubs. In australia, i think at least, its cool to dress daggy. Derilique is in. I also felt out of place because i smuggled in beers and was pouring them into a pint under the table. But its like 4 pounds a beer. Atrocious! And i couldnt believe it was christmas eve and the place turned on the lights and switched on the music at like 11! So crazy the pub times in london. Most of the pubs close at 12. I walked out of there with a full pint glass. Spilt it all over myself but it was worth it. Sarah got a wine glass and she has now stolen my pint glass. Refusing to return it!! Its probably the best glass ive ever seen. It could withstand the pressure of the sea at 500 metres below. Went out with sarah and her friends another night. The night which never ended. Destroyed my body clock. There were 2 cool comedians from camden who like smoking mushrooms and one is friends with jeremy irons son and sat next to jeremy irons at a bday party
During my week at sarahs. I think i got drunk most days and slept in almost every day. One day though, I did go door knocking for jobs. I started in Hammersmith and worked my way through Chiswick (which for some reason is prounced chisick) i headed to blackfriars and to embankement and even to good old gothic camden. If you dont know those place it was a lot of walking. I must have knocked on the doors of at least 50 pubs, a few cafes, newsagents and even a fish and chips shop. Nothing!! Everyone said either, leave your cv or no you need a working visa. I even went into an african bar and they thought i was an idiot. I considered the g-a-y bar. Its actually spelt like that. But, I didnt want to start a war, a nuclear war, and i didnt want to spend all my money at the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar...
I also searched for accommodation. It was sort of a catch 22 situation. Jobs are never near the accommodation. All the accommodation is way way out of town in the dodgy areas. And even there, there is no jobs. In my search for jobs I started to think about the fact that my money was going backwards and that if i didnt find a proper job soon I might not have any money at all
I eventually left sarahs. It was hard to go back to dodginess again. Making my own dinner without any utensils. I miss my floral karate dojo outfit and my woopsie dasies and apple cider. Thats why i hate staying with people because you always have to go from good to shite. I did enjoy my stay and would have fond memories of my stay if my pint glass was returned to me as fate destined it to be.
Since it was New years eve everything was full. Everything but the Abercorn house!. I decided to go upmarket and pay an extra 15 pounds to share with only one person. Hoping that i might get a normal person that is also staying there. My new roomate is called Pepe, he is from Napoli and he is a drug dealer. Every night he snorts a line of coke in the room or smokes a joint then heads out with about 100 ecstasy pills and hits the clubs. He arrives back usually in the wee hours of the morning. I will talk more about Pepe another day.
New years eve I headed to see the fireworks. Stood next to the big ben and drank krondeburgs. The highlight of the night was the metro trip there. Everyone was drunk. The train was packed and i was stuck standing next to these lithuanians
Once leaving Sarahs and talking to people who speak good english and have proper working visas. I realised that it was going to be impossible to find a proper, well paid, dodgy job. Even after the new year started and loads of jobs went on the web. The European Union has opened up to places like Poland, so every man and his dog from poland has come to england to work. And when you call up a job you have to like reverse auction for a spot. Saying that you will work for less than the other guy. So dodgy. I even considered medical testing. The add for getting my wisdom teeth removed and testing out anesthetics for 2000 pounds looked intriguing. But i thought better of it.
The sandwich job just isnt enough to keep me going. Half of the pay goes to accomodation. Then the rest goes to trains and normal spendings. I could stay in london, but just to keep my head above water i would have to work like an absolute dog.
So i have decided to leave London. I have about a months cash left. Should be leaving on Monday. See the states while i can. I thought what would forrest gump do. Where would he go.... GREENBOW ALABAMA!!! It makes perfect sense now. Im going to find some job in the south somewhere. Greenbow alabama. America is so strict that no dodgy people can really get in and there is jobs going for dodgy people like me. I could mow lawns on a ride on mower or fish for shrimp. Its the land of opportunity.
So thats the latest from me. Off shrimping!