Again something I first noticed when I came home and had a proper look at it.
Can you spot it?
Want to see me make a pathetic dance move or two?
Probably not, as it is not a nice sight.
But if you insist, I’ll be at Victoria station tonigth at 18:53.
Normally I only dance behind closed curtains in my living room. But why not break a few barriers more.
China in London
The nice thing about living in London is it’s diversity in cultures. There is a rather big Chinese community in London, and yesterday was the celebration of the Chinese New Year. The Year of the Pig has now officially started. The streets look beautiful with the red lanterns and there are a lot of activities going on the coming days. A good way to get an introduction to China before actually going there.
One downside of this is if you happened to have booked a trip to China quite a short while ago. Normal people would prepare that some time in advance so there is time to get all the visa’s in place. Other people, people who don’t think that much about things, don’t prepare at all. And then it can happen that you find out that it’s the Chinese New Year, which is an important celebration for the Chinese, so important that the Chinese Embassy decided to close for a few days.
The same Chinese embassy that was supposed to take care of my visa?
Yes them exactly.
It doesn’t matter where you’ve been – how far
It doesn’t matter how run down you are
Or if there’s nothing perfect left in your heart
No, it all means nothing, it all means nothing, it all means nothing at all, at all
I’m on the edge for you
Losing my head for you
I’m in the red for you
Until my hopes fall through
There’s nothing else I can do
I’m in the red for you
I’m on a rescue
I’ll return soon with stuff that makes a little bit more sense, my head is a bit busy with my film script, travel planning and things my head should not be busy with, at all. In the meantime, London knows exactly how I feel, and I might have taken one of my best London pictures yesterday. Beautifully dramatic. The Eye was in the Red for this, and I am in the Red for you. I’m on a rescue.
Here is the whole picture. A few more New York pictures are in the pipeline, before I get back to London for a short while.
The Sultans Elephant in front of The National Gallery
So what did I do all weekend you wonder ? Well I walked behind a huge Elephant. I didn’t plan to, but I simply had to. After friday’s impressive appearance I wanted more. So on Saturday, it swept me off my feet again, first of all by appearing even more beautiful and secondly by stopping all traffic on Trafalgar Square (which is a very busy point in London) and march on until it stood right in front of the National Gallery. Incredible. Fantastic. Magical.
Daydream, I fell asleep amid the flowers, for a couple of hours, on a beautiful day.
“Ok I just landed. See you soon, S. Oh, ehrm … sorry about the road.” text message coming in on my mobile phone.
Hey, isn’t that …. Yes indeed it is.
I was a bit too early for my fast Victoria train home from work, and in stead of waiting for it, I decided to try something different. And that ended, well, rather surprising. Definitely not the last time I will change my daily routine. This was fun. As I ran into him.
– Do you work round here?
-It has its moments
A lot of paper.A lot of pens.
That immediately came to my mind, when I entered the Toothing Jobcentre Plus Office (cool name huh?) to have my interview to get a National Insurance number. (Needed to be able to pay incometax – why do I want that in the first place ?)
But after a lot of questions, digging in my past, and a lot of pens and a lot of papers, well they always end up asking the obvious question : “Why did I come to London ?”
And everytime someone ask me that – I don’t have a clear answer. Not one than fits on a form like that anyway. As the real answer being “Ehrm, well I saw this film, and, bla bla bla bla bla, and I got a hunch that London could be a funky place to live, and so – here I am.”
See I am probably never going to get a NI number with an answer like that. So the answer ended up being “To Work”. Gosh, how boring. And I know it isn’t true.
But she seemed to be satisfied with this answer, and looked through all the papers, proving I was the girl, and saw my bank note. “Ahhh, HSBC bank” she said.
“Yeah” I said, “so would it be possible to get an NI number with “42” in it?”
It will take them 8 weeks to decide if they are going to give me an NI number or not. Did I overdo it with the “42” ?
And I said:
“Maybe you and I should drink a cup of tea together? Shall we say: The Cafe – 3pm?”
As he really was rolling a Rolls on the Mall in St. James Park.
(And while we are rolling in Royalty Liz is having her 80th birthday today. B. and I are invited for a cup of tea, in Buckingham Palace.)
“Hey, you want skunk ?”
That was one of the first things people asked me when I hopped off the underground in Camden yesterday.
“No thanks” I said. I am crazy enough in my head already without that.