because i've obviously graduated

tourists are annoying.

after one month here, i can say that.

orwell, you brilliant fuck

i found you!


a little closer



nicole, i wish you were here so we could grab some tea & read george in front of his flat

just a reminder:

nobody puts Baby in a corner.

dirty dancing is showing at the aldwych theatre and has the most ridiculous adverts ever.

i've grown accustomed to her face

consider me an expert at getting lost.

i've been all over this town, up and down all sorts of streets, but the one constant in my life these past three weeks has been The Aldwych, that funny D-shaped street with the cross-walk-of-death I've gotten so used to...and will oddly miss.

all or nothing

it's universally understood that the brits have bad teeth. not too attractive, you know? but i recently discovered the key to making it work: no teeth.
look, either you have all your teeth and keep them in good condition, or you get rid of them...all. then, you'll look like the cute, old man i saw the other day (who inspired this post) :)