Francesrosey

I have kept saying to people I wanted to go climb Hampstead Heath. So figuring T’Nealle would be up for it. We packed some swimming attire stopped by the local Sansburys in Camden and went up to the Heath.

We made a picnic, in a very DIY kind of manner.

T’Nealle was very proud of her pink socks, I was not wearing my matching pair.

We didn’t go swimming because we didn’t walk far enough to find the ladies ponds, so it was picnic, then a wander down through Hampstead. We visited Glen who took T on a tour of Air Studios.

T and I went to a pub for a while and waited for Glen to get sorted before we briefly went back to Rackham before going to another pub.

I had pointed out earlier that the pubs seemed more ‘legit’ in Hampstead. I really like them much more than the rest of London.

If only I could afford to live up there.

You can read the account of our visit up The Heath from T’Nealles side of things here:

http://wehavealwayslivedinthecastle.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-to-go-surfing.html

SO BBE were due to play in Luton, which is a town best known for having an airport where Easy Jet flies from north of London.

On the way to the tube station, we passed this snail mural.

The band played a good show, to a bunch of local Luton folk. A reasonable crow came, I was skeptical at first because Luton at 6pm was a bit of a ghost town. It turns out there are a lot of bored young people.

After they turfed out the indie kids at 3am, they started a hip hop afterparty from some other event. We hung out, obviously the least hip hop people there. Zach made a request for the DJ to play Lil’ Wayne, the DJ asked him in a not polite way, what he was still doing in the club. The DJ still played Lil’ Wayne. Win for Zach.

T and I ditched him though, we wanted to go drink in the hotel, so took our swag from the rider and took it back to the Red Lion.

In the room, I turned on the TV to find music TV with sign language. We watched this intensely for around half an hour.

The sign language people were awsome.

We also found a programme which was a ‘how to’ show. I was convinced I could break dance. Glad I didn’t try.

In the morning T and I went to Primark for some sweet £1 fun times.

On the bus back into London, I passed down Baker St. A few nights before I’d been watching the new BBC Sherlock Holmes and we had collectively wondered whether there was really a 221B Baker Street, turns out there is and its a Sherlock Holmes museum.

Part of me still thinks he’s just away on holiday, and one day I’ll go down to the pub with the boys and he’ll just be there.

I swear my mind just keeps telling me that all the people I’ve lost haven’t passed on, just gone away for a while, and someday, they’ll all be back.

I still feel like life is a big sack of shit when people pass away so young.

Good to know crazy runs in the family.