Jan/100
Too Cold
Heating in the apartment is still a bit squiffy … I had to where gloves whilst using the puta yesterday! Seems a little better today but still not up to the usual heat. I suppose I’ll get used to it… not that I’ve got much choice…
My trek to the store yesterday evening was interesting. I piled on the layers, walked out in the -22 temperature and got about 2 minutes up the road when I realised that thermal undies would have been a good idea. By the time I got home my legs where a tingling numbness of frozen jelly … Today I pulled on some thermal long-johns which made a massive difference. Tomorrow I’ll attempt to dig out the Smart Car… joy!
Jan/100
Home is where…
… the silence is…
No wonky clock, no mad puppy, no weird sounding boiler humming, no traffic, no loud TV from next door, no water pump, no clicking radiators… it’s times like this when you realise how loud your tinnitus really is.
Woke up extremely late after hitting the sack at about midnight but not managing to sleep until around 3. Having Sky back plays havoc with your sleep pattern! The BCS Bowl game was on and I thought I might attempt to watch it, but about halfway through the second quarter I gave up and put my iPod on in a feeble attempt to lull me off. However, Neil Gaiman’s American Gods is too good to fall asleep to.
First thing I noticed when I awoke was how cold the apartment was. I checked the temperature gauge and the usual stable 20 degrees was down to 16 – jumper on.
It’s -17 outside at the moment, so I’ll have to nip up the road whilst there’s still a bit of light in the sky to pick up supplies…
Jan/100
Västward Bound
A heart stopping moment as I checked the Ryan Air website today. At 10.30 it stated that the runway at Stansted was closed due to snow. This quickly changed after 10 minutes or so and normal service was quickly resumed.
My last day in Blighty always seems to be spattered with drama and hassle, all of it quite unnecessary as I’ve now Sussex how to get to the airport with the minimum of stress for everyone by setting a good hour advance on a suggested time of departure. What this does is give lots of time at the airport to grab some food, have a mooch and get through security with plenty of time to walk to the gate. But there is always something that comes up to drop the preverbial spanner into the works. Today it wasn’t just the snow… Lack of heat in Dad’s MPV meant that we has to pile into Mum’s
Jan/100
Still Snowing
The snow has been pretty persistent and we’ve had a good 40cm of snow. This compared to the metre or so and -20 degree temperatures in Sweden is laughable – but it ha taken it’s toll on pretty much everything here. Stansted has reopened but flights are either cancelled or severley delayed.
On the bright side, it does look pretty…
Jan/100
Snowed in?
Well today has seen the most snowfall in the UK for over 15 years. And that’s as I write this – by the morning there will probably be a lot more snow and news of utter mayhem blighting the country. And whilst all this makes me snigger at how positively pathetic it all is, I’m also a little bit more than concerned that my flight this coming Thursday might be cancelled. I have just seen that flights into Luton are being diverted to France… WTF! Of all places to be diverted to, I’m sure that somewhere within the British Isles would have been more favourable!
Dec/090
Running From Snow
Of all the days for it to start snowing…
I spend the day finishing up various ‘To Do’ lists and wander around trying to remember that one thing I’ve forgotten. It’s when I’m queueing for a cheeseburger in town that I remember -cold hard cash. Not a major disaster as the plastic works just as well but it’s stll a bit annoying having the spondoolicks sitting there wanting to be spent and me in another time zone.
The weather is bitter. It’s -5 in town and snowing – so much for the forcasted ‘Green Christmas’ for the Stockholm area.
The Christmas lights are rockin’ the city big time. Unfortunately the iPhone leaves a lot to be desired when it comes to nighttime photography, so no pictures I’m afraid.
The flight is due for around 21:00, fingers twisted that there isn’t a delay like last time…
Nov/090
Sunday Sucks
I was really looking forward to today’s games… First, Arsenal take on Chelski and then Real travel to Barca.
I think I’ll take up watching angling instead…
Nov/090
Here’s Mud In Your Eye
The Big Smoke Calls… With empty rucksack on back I head into town and venture up the steps into the light of Tottenham Court Road. London Underground have demolished the corner of Charing X road and Oxford St. and the resulting crap is being swirled around in mini twisters all around the street. As my head appears from the darkest reaches of the subway my face in blasted with all sorts of debris from the building site.
My left eye cops most of it, and somehow some grit manages to get under my contact lens and produces the most excruciating pain I’ve felt, ever. I head straight for the nearest opticians for assistance …
After asking for a basin to wash my hands and a bit of liquid to was my lens and reseat it, the response I receive is, “We have this fluid, Bausch and Lomb, fifteen pounds…” I reassert that I only require a bit of help to wash the lens and put it back in but this gets the response along the lines of, “Try Boots…” If I could remember the name of the place I’d warn you against going…
I get to the British Museum vicinity a bit early so decide to head into Gosh! Comics to have a browse. I end up picking up some Manga and a few Marvel titles that I failed to get when ordering my monthly bundle.
One of the Manga titles is Tekkon Kinkreet – Black & White, All In One – The Will Eisner Award Winner from Taiyo Matsumoto.
I also grab a volume of Death Note and the first in the Old Boy Manga too. Unfortunately with a dodgy eye I can’t read them very well and will have to wait until later tonight when I get home.
Craig arrives at around 2:30 and we head into the museum to check out some of the exhibits.
We kick off at the Asian level where the Buddha Statues from all over the Far East sit, then head onwards and upwards into Korea, Chinese Pottery and finally the Japanese Exhibit which I love. A few pieces of Wood Block Art by Hiroshige are on display there and it doesn’t matter how many times I see them, I’m still in awe of the detail and craftsmanship.
We take a quick look at the Elgin Marble exhibits from the Parthenon, which I’ve never seen in all the visits I’ve made to the Museum.
James arrives just after 5 and we grab a quick coffee before we intend to hit more exhibits. However, it’s at this precise moment that he remembers that he’s forgotten to complete some work that has to be done before midnight, and he has to leave us pretty much as soon as he arrives.
So Craig and I head into the Hoshino Yukinobu Manga exhibit, showcasing the Professor Munakata series as the character explores the British Museum. It wasn’t as big as I’d hoped but it was still nice to see original Manga art on display.
We head to Chinatown, meeting Binna en route at TCR Station and as we walk along Gerrard St. looking for an authentic restaurant, Craig is asked by a tourist to take a picture of them. I’m then approached by an Italian tourist and her companion who ask I wouldn’t mind having my picture taken with her?!?!? I put it down to the fact that I’ve been winking at everyone since I arrived in the City, laughed and said “What the hell”.
We end up in Wardour St. at Hung’s. And I have to say this is probably one of the best Chinese Restaurants I’ve been to in Chinatown, if not the UK. One look in the window tells you that it’s going to be good, as every table seems to be taken by a Chinese person. We head in, are ushered to the top floor and given a nice large table, a beer and a menu with such delights as boiled cow tendon and hot pot with pig intestines. I have a hot pot which, although I did think about the pig intestine version – I ended up settling for the aubergine in chilli. Craig had the hot put with tofu and as both were vegetarian we were able to share. This was washed down with a large pot of tea and was bloody brilliant.
Afterwards we head to a small cafe that is the only place that I’ve found (outside of the sorely missed Oriental City) that sells Bubble Tea.
The Candy Cafe is just off Gerrard St. in Macclesfield St. on a 1st floor reached to from a doorway beside a cake shop.
I have a milk tea with bubble and a set milk jelly, Craig has a banana milk with bubble and a portion of dry dumplings with coconut, and Binna joins me in a milk tea.
All-in-all a quite excellent meal and dessert, shame I could only taste it and not see what it looked like…
Nov/090
Uh Oh 4-O
To be honest, I think the stigma attached to this ‘major’ birthday is a bit over-the-top. I mean, the whole ‘Life Begins -’ crap is just that… crap. I have noticed that my attitudes to wards things has changed though, like for example: the way I dress. I mean, when is it that I have to start tucking my shirt in? When do I have to wear sensible shoes and chuck the Nike’s?
The big question is a little bit paranoid though. I’ve found myself catching the eye of someone and I immediately think to myself, “They think I’m old….”




