The Nickish Invasion - September 25th, 2008

Hey all, just a quick note.

I landed yesterday in Grey ol' London, at the final end of a seven day cold I have held off with massive amounts of pharmaceuticals, tobacco, and nicotine. As expected, my organs are desperately attempting to flee the sinking ship, but in a last rallying cry we're trying to blow up the life rafts and toss the kids overboard and really focus the crowd on the problems at hand. Mainly phlegm, really.

So the point is that I am currently, simultaneously, insanely, cold-turkey on:

No Booze (for the lovely beer-tummy I built up at home there)
No Meat or Dairy or Sugar or Junk (for the ethics lost along the way)
No Smokes (for the last chance at restoring my poor, battered lungs to minimum capacity.)

As you can guess, I am losing my mind.

Amidst all that we're in Sunny London, wandering through ancient streets whilst a culture somewhat friendlier than Stalin's Russia pervades my every interaction. I'm not in much of a hurry to put up photos though, since they all look like garbage with the grey sky, and I'm going to be here for enough time not to rush around clipping shots of every ancient edifice. Maybe tomorrow, the only real pressure is just wanting to change up the blog to represent my European headspace. Which means, of course, there is a washing machine under the kitchen sink, and you have to hit three switches to get hot water. Apparently our flat is like a mini-kingdom by British standards.

More to come as we settle, and I get a job, or something along those lines. Maybe I'll just post a list of common prices, because frankly, that's something you will never believe.

Nick, across the pond, out.