fulham - a little town in n.s.w (australia)
one could be deceived very easily as one walks through the streets of quiet fulham - incredibly quiet considering the vicinity of fulham to central london... almost, too quiet - that one was in australia. aside from the unfamiliar store names, the dreaded £ symbol on menu's and that blasted imperial measurement system, the amount of australian accents floating through the chilly london air presents one with the impression that they are on some suburban street in australia. even more disconcerting was a night out in on the town where i could have sworn that i was in cargo bar sydney with the amount of banker dress-sense, drunk girls and aussie accents. quite disgusting really but my companions and i proceeded to consume vast amounts of the free alcohol that we were priviledge to and talk to people from britain (the few amongst the throng of would-be thong wearers).
london itself is nothing short of cool; and i am sorry to mar the opening paragraph of my post with such an impression but i am told that fulham is reknowned as a bit of a colony in the kindgom. my first three days on the london streets consisted of jumping the tube to a metro station and then a walking home via as many different free exhibitions as possible. first on the list after a night in drinking some imported scotish whiskey with claire, my busy but generous host for my time in london, was the tate modern. recommended to me once by my mel (my sister) - yay mel your first mention and you're not even over here yet! anyway the building is absolutely superb and the artwork is pretty damned comprehensive - if not a complimentary to that at the pompidou accross the channel in paris: although my knowledge of modern art is not quite extensive enough to back up that claim... so claire and i walked from the london bridge past the globe theatre and stuck our heads into st pauls church which happened to be hosting the rehearsal of a gregorian choir which was quite nice and put us in a nice mood to enter through the massive/oppressive facade of the tate modern which i think is an old power station or something like that.
ben arrived back from his 4 days of travelling work in the countryside converting travel-agents to sell a resort back in australia and it was great to spend some time with him; and we managed to make our freezing and somewhat bizarre night (the description of which opened this post) into nothing but pure fun. i am technically out of london so this is all a little retrospective as i write from rob's computer in nottingham - my mate that i met waaaaaaaay back in dubrovnik on the second day of this little adventure. going to see joanna newsom tonight: an sanfransiscan singer and harp player. as in, the classical harp. wicked. so will write about nottingham from robs shmick g4 tomorrow before i continue on to manchester for my 4-day weekender away from london.
london itself is nothing short of cool; and i am sorry to mar the opening paragraph of my post with such an impression but i am told that fulham is reknowned as a bit of a colony in the kindgom. my first three days on the london streets consisted of jumping the tube to a metro station and then a walking home via as many different free exhibitions as possible. first on the list after a night in drinking some imported scotish whiskey with claire, my busy but generous host for my time in london, was the tate modern. recommended to me once by my mel (my sister) - yay mel your first mention and you're not even over here yet! anyway the building is absolutely superb and the artwork is pretty damned comprehensive - if not a complimentary to that at the pompidou accross the channel in paris: although my knowledge of modern art is not quite extensive enough to back up that claim... so claire and i walked from the london bridge past the globe theatre and stuck our heads into st pauls church which happened to be hosting the rehearsal of a gregorian choir which was quite nice and put us in a nice mood to enter through the massive/oppressive facade of the tate modern which i think is an old power station or something like that.
ben arrived back from his 4 days of travelling work in the countryside converting travel-agents to sell a resort back in australia and it was great to spend some time with him; and we managed to make our freezing and somewhat bizarre night (the description of which opened this post) into nothing but pure fun. i am technically out of london so this is all a little retrospective as i write from rob's computer in nottingham - my mate that i met waaaaaaaay back in dubrovnik on the second day of this little adventure. going to see joanna newsom tonight: an sanfransiscan singer and harp player. as in, the classical harp. wicked. so will write about nottingham from robs shmick g4 tomorrow before i continue on to manchester for my 4-day weekender away from london.
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