Got up and walked to the station with Grant, Sheila and Mei-Ling. Grant accidently bumped into some chick who had stopped in front of him on the footpath. Before we even know what’s happening, this psycho bitch has whirled around and (I thought) punched Grant in the head. Apparently she only ‘pushed’ him. She’s swearing her head off at him like he was stealing her children or something.. “fscking little crunt this and that”. We just keep walking while the psychotic bitch rants into the morning air. Sheila hears of the tale and wants blood.. I’m still not awake. We make it to the station alive. 🙂

Leaving the others at the station, I partake in a Belgium waffle with whipped cream and a Budgeons(?) cappucino. Budgeons(?) is like 7-11 and the coffee was what you’d expect from a 7-11 machine – pretty poor – but caffeine is caffeine! The waffle was very nice though.. mmm.. but triple the cost for AUD and you have a $12 breakfast!!!!! OMG!!! Fscking pound conversion!!!

Bought some stuff, like the London A-Z street directory, toiletries and food and headed home. Surfed ‘net for a while, trying to find Oxford trip info.

Booked in to get my UK bank account sorted. Picked a random station to go to again – Tower Gate. The train seemed quite slow getting there. I can’t remember what line it was on but i think it makes a difference because some lines are more rickety than others.

Walked around Tower Gate area, taking a couple of shots of the Tower of London, the Tower Bridge, London Bridge and some of the funky buildings around the area. It was much nicer this time – last year, on the same walk, it was raining constantly.

Went into On Yer Bike bike shop. Very cool. Lots of funky machines and lots of funky jerseys! I want the Heinz Baked Beans jersey and the awesome Skull and Bones one.. I think they were about 50 quid each, so they will have to wait until I’m earning pounds. This shop was two stories of cool gear.. me likey!

For lunch I sat on down in the sun and ate a traditional cornish pasty (that’s what the cornish pasty van said anyway). Sat there, on the corner of London Bridge, for quite a while watching all the couriers fly by.. “Hmm, I could do that..” hahahaha 🙂

The went into Evans bike store which was right behind me and got chatting with a cool South African dude about the lack of size 14 SPD shoes hehe.. then he showed me the chopper he wanted to buy and we had a big discussion about getting 3″ flame tyres in SA! hehe He was working at the hostel bar just up the road (until he left and got the bike shop gig). I helped him out by making his last 30mins pass quickly and he helped me out by giving me plenty of tips for pouring beers and getting jobs in pubs and stuff.. very cool guy! (Him, not me! :P)

Spent the rest of the arvo wandering around this part of town taking photos of courier rigs and funky buildings.

Back at Ealing, I was invited to head up the road to the Red Lion pub for some brews with friends of Adrian(? shit forgotten his name!) who had recently returned from Morocco (I think). Grant came along too, making us a powerful drunken force of Grant, Adrian, Claire, Sam, Marcus and hippy. We certainly scared a few of the locals with our shenanigans that night! (We were sitting outside the pub, freezing our arses off, drinking beer in the hope we’d not notice the cold :P)

“Micro penises – genetic problem or caused by pigs attacking male genitals in Chinese toilets?” (Yes, it IS best not to ask..)