Pumped Up Kicks.

Love. Love. Love.

I fell in love with a british boy.

Apparently it is the worst thing to do, but it's very difficult not to fall in love with their accents and british charm.

The first time was at work with a guest; 

Before I go on, one of the rules is to not speak to the guest because most of the time they are celebrities or VIP guests. I on the other hand kinda forgot this rule while I was serving a table of 8 young guys. I was serving bread on the wrong side, laughing and joking with them, I think at one point I mentioned how terrible I am at working in the hospitality industry and quote; "I am surprised I haven't spilt your wine on you yet" 

I am so bad at my job that I have finally singed up with a recruitment agency who will find me work in my experienced area of retail or admin. 

I think I realised I defiantly wasn't fit for the job when a guest asked me what wine I was serving I replied; "Um expensive and good wine??... Wait it's red wine so I think it is a bordeaux, either way i'm sure it's nice" Thankfully he laughed took the glass and I never saw him again. 

On Thursday night there was tears and a 3am call to Australia to tell my mum I want to go home! I was very close to getting on the next plane, I missed Sydney and everyone too much and I keep remembering I am here to LIVE! which can be really scary thinking you have to start your life in a foreign country.

Friday night I cheered up and went to Shoreditch with some friends, along the way we made some friends who some how convinced us to go to this secret cat party, full of Uni students and only happens every 3 months. So we tagged along with them questioning why we were following these crazy kids through back alleys and side streets until we arrived at a secret little warehouse club thing.

We had to have cat faces drawn on us, but other than that it was A LOT of fun. I am convinced we were the only Australians in the club which was good because we are so used to meeting Australians where ever we go.

This night we also lost my flat mate. To lose a friend in London, is the scariest thing possible, so we were running around Shoreditch trying to find her, while her phone was off with no battery.  Thankfully she was sitting at home after a hour of looking for her. 

The next day was Bon Fire night, a night to let off lots of fireworks for Guy Fawkes.  (Basically a night to go out and drink and let off fireworks in your garden) We discovered that it is a lot better to see the fireworks from my roof that comes off my bedroom window, except getting in and out of the very small window is VERY difficult and awkward. We plan on having a party from this roof but before we do I will practise the art of climbing in and out of windows elegantly so I can impress my new lover.

 

After watching our neighbours fireworks some of us wanted to go out for a quick drink to Bricklane, before we left I said to Rachel "I really don't want  a late night so i'll probably get the late night bus home at 1am." Turns out I was wrong and before I knew it, it was 8am and I was still dancing away at a club.

We went to Vibe a huge outdoor and indoor club, on Bricklane and had a few drinks there dancing to gangsta music (so not our scene) and drinking way to many vodka and redbull. While we were there I saw a guy who I thought was gorgeous, so Brooke and Rachel were being great wing men, embarrassing me by pushing me into him and spanking his bum, until he obviously thought they were weirdos and they went outside. So Brooke thought this would be a great time to follow him and his friends and ask them for a cigarette to start up conversation. Happened to work out well because they invited us to the club across the road from where we were, and we all went there for drinks and a dance.  

Some how or another I lost the girls and was left with the guy I thought was good looking from the previous club. So we were there talking and I was falling in love with his accent and him AND the fact that he works in the fashion industry, then we were dancing away to dubset (For people like my mum reading this it's dirty music that people here call Drum and Bass and it's something you would listen to in a rave)... again not my scene AT ALL! but was having fun.  

Oh before I go any further, I just want to point out that those who know me really well, would have thought I would have learnt my lesson giving out the wrong name when I meet people. Well I haven't, because the other night I was Lula, and my friends all took on different names too...anyway my crush thought Lula was the coolest name he had ever heard and said; "What was your mum on when she named you?" my reply; "Well actually she is a huge fan of the film "Breakfast at Tiffanys and got the name from one of the characters"

So before I knew it a group of us were in a taxi off to another club that has music so loud that deaf people can go there because they can dance to the vibrations and there was about 5 different huge levels. On the way lover boy and I are discussing Australia and how everyone in England, believes it's a suicide mission to swim in the ocean in Australia because of Sharks, I am picking up the lingo like "Jog off" actually half the time him and his friends speak I honestly don't understand a word they are saying. On that note please look at this photo of a Cockney cash machine. 

 

Yep so these are the kinda things people find normal, and I have to deal with every day.

Ok so after much cultural talk on our home towns/countries we end up at this club called Fabric. I don't think I ever want to go back to that place again because before you know it, you are walking out of the club at 8am to broad day light and doing the train-of-shame home. The only good thing about leaving at this hour is that you are late enough to get the train home instead of the night bus which takes a hour or more to get home. 

So that is about all that happened in London town this week, tonight I am meant to be seeing Justin Bieber turn some Christmas lights on at my local shopping Centre....But right now I can actually think of better things to do than hang around a bunch of screaming teenage girls, and hear him sing. 

GUESS WHAT! Tomorrow I get to see my best friend in the whole world. ANYA! 

If I thought this week was big nothing will compare to the week to come with Anya, my partner in crime, my Serena and Nya Nya

Love you all. Thank you for all your text messages this week. I'm sorry I can not write back but send me love.