Larging It Up The Apples and Pears

It's been a week since you heard from me, and that's kind of because I haven't been larging it up the apples and pears like I intended to. Don't worry I haven't been sitting in the house bored. I've been taking my time to explore the city.

First thing I should say is that I love Camden. I'm sure there's people who can say bad stuff about it (like N-Dubz come from there), but that doesn't bother me. I walked around the markets thinking about how any time I'd went to markets back in ________ _______ that this is what I wanted them to be. Basically it doesn't disappoint because anything it does it does it properly (or proper, or even propah! see I'm picking up the accent already).

I went and got my hair cut in a salon called Hob near the Regents Canal. I did model for them (you see I'm good looking enough to be a model). It wasn't like when I did stylists model back in _______, where you just got a free haircut. No they sat me down and talked about what styles they could give me, and what techniques would work best on my hair. It was great. I came out of the salon with a swanky new do that made me look great (I'm saying this not to boast about myself but to compliment them on giving me a great cut)and walked through Camden like Burt Reynolds on holiday (I have no tasche).

I'll tell you about other places I've explored as I explore them, but Camden (which isn't too big a bus/tube ride away from where I'm staying at the mo) is my new favourite place to go here.

Ways to get respect and street cred number 1

I've moved the blog to this address http://ldnpiss.blogspot.com because it's easier to scribble on toilet walls.

I've also moved the first two posts, just in case anyone thought I was some over excited type who just endlessly posts and posts every thought that comes into his head (eg. I just ate a packet of prawn cocktail crisps! LOL!).

I still haven't made any friends yet, but I saw someone on my bus home from Shoreditch last night that made me feel better about it.

I say saw I didn't see him because I was on the upper deck but I heard him loud and clear, so did everyone else on the bus.

There was all this shouting downstairs as someone new came on the bus. He was shouting something about 'respect' and how he wanted to be shown it. He kept repeating himself, over and over that 'you don't show someone respect by slamming a door in their face'. I think what happened was he tried to board the bus as it was pulling off from the stop and he had to squeeze in through the closing doors like a low-rent male Gwyneth Paltrow in that film that brought me here.

Balls

It's funny how he was shouting away about respect to a bus driver. A bus driver isn't there to show you respect: he's there to drive the fucking bus. True, it's nice when they're nice but if you're the sort of person who has to demand respect off a bus-driver then you're really just setting up hurdles for yourself.

I hope the guy didn't do something bad like go home and trash his house, then burn it down, then say to the cops and the fire brigade:

"It's was all the fucking bus driver's fault. He made me so angry because he didn't show me any respect!"