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Saturday, March 03, 2007
Britain Britain Britain
This post is way overdue, and I've finally managed to scrap some free time to put all my thoughts down. For those of you who weren't aware, I went to the UK last week for some IT training at my company's office. Naturally, I was going to take this opportunity to visit every single place I could without looking like a tourist. Though I think I blew my cover when I took pictures of myself sitting in the train. Instead of writing a whole chunk of my adventures in Britain, I've just drummed up a couple of points that sums up my trip quite well.
  1. No matter which bar you enter - gay or straight- you are never too far away from a drunk American tourist...complete with backpack.
  2. G-A-Y reminded me so much of Babylon from Queer as Folk
  3. Your Oyster card will get you into more clubs than regular ID.
  4. Sophie Ellis Bextor rocks.
  5. Krispy Kreme totally kicks Dunkin Donut's ass.
  6. You can meet up with someone you haven't seen in 6 years and pick up right where you left off.
  7. You can meet someone for the first time in real life and feel like you've known them for a lifetime.
  8. You can be having phone sex on a public bus at 6:45am and no one is going to bat an eyelid.
  9. I wish the 'Underwear only' dress policy could be applied to some clubs here.
  10. You are always sexy in a new country.
  11. Airline food always has such exotic names, but on arrival it looks like microwaved shit.
  12. At least 2 of the male stewards on your flight will be gay, and will pay special attention to you if their gaydar picks you up.
  13. Vacuum toilets are really cool.
  14. At least once in your travels on a plane, you will end up sitting next to the constant bathroom running freak, the incredibly fat guy, the hyperactive kid who kicks your seat, and the person who thinks your shoulder is the seat pillow.
  15. It's probably a good idea to ask for directions instead of sitting on a train and assuming that it's going to take you to your exact destination.
  16. There is actually a place called Strawberry Hill.
  17. I was born to live in Soho.
  18. People will do anything to make a fast buck, including singing into a traffic cone. Seriously.


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4 Comments:
Blogger Neelofer said...
You will be very happy to know Krispy Kreme has finally landed in the UAE. Roll the money out of the pocket!
10:31 AM  
Blogger Kiwi Boy said...
Lol @ the vacuum toilets and the traffic cone parts. Crazy, really. I saw no such things while in England. Maybe I didn't stay in London long enough.
6:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...
Hey girl. Glad to hear you loved London. I went to G-A-Y on my recent trip there. Lots of young cute boys and 80s/90s music. Did you meet any nice English boys? New Mexico, USA
4:48 AM  
Blogger nick said...
Met a very nice English friend of mine, but no boys - way too busy with work :o)
9:55 AM  
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