Sweet Dreams My LAX (Nent).

I flew in from CA on Saturday afternoon, after saying another goodbye to Lyd and the lovely Brunelles. As I sniffed my way through security I thought about when would be my next chance to see Goose. Not soon enough, that's for sure.

With friends, family and weather like that, I'm not surprised Lyd found it so hard being away from home in a place like the Big Smoke.

I should have been born Californian, for real.

Come Saturday I'll have moved out again and will be getting on with life once more. Sigh.

E1 4 lyf.

Just Can't Wait to Get on the Road Again.

I officially finished in London about 2 weeks ago (and took up house with Jess for a week), but that hasn't stopped me making my way back. Last Saturday I went on a nice little trip with 23 5-11 year olds from my estate to Southend. Cricket in the sea, throwing crabs, shell collecting and giant hole digging went down.

Jumped on the tube home to Morden (I didn't go and eat my Chinese food), said "Yo" to Grandma and that evening me and Jess made cocktails for some posh kids in a field and ended up being awake 24 hours. It hurt.

After undertaking a week of lovely activities with Jess, she left for Nigeria. Bye, I love you. With a severe lack of the most interesting person in Surrey, my week has been only average to good. Come home soon.

I just can't wait to get my travelling shoes back on my itchy feet. Next stop: California.

Back by Popular Demand.

I have been without internet for about 3,000 days now.
But that's okay; My life has been far to interesting to be bothering with blogs.

The Dirtiest Type of Clean.

I walked around in the back garden all day with the best human ever - Jess Harris. We talked about boys and men and those in between. We talked about work and dogs and vomit. We talked about tummy to you and pregnant chuckle brothers. We talked about
swollen faces
York
bras
photos
the Isle of Wight
wees and poos
fetching toys
path finders
the Pope
how we are great
Pat Sharp
Pat Butcher
lies
mess
Major

and

ice lollies.

A very normal afternoon, but just what I needed.

A Certain Somebody Told Me...

That when I am in a bad mood, I am just like House.

Oh.

High and Dry.

As always, a lot has happened since my last blog; including a little trip to Africa. This time it was not the slums of Uganda or the jungle of Ghana, but a holiday in Morocco.

A lovely place, Aladdin meets Africa meets the East End of London. It felt strange being a tourist in amongst such poverty in places, but I was assured that tourism is the main source of income.

I was woken each morning with the Islamic call to prayer at 4:40am, starting from minarets on the other side of the Medina (المدينة القديمة‎), the cry to God (haunting to the unaccustomed ear) reaching the Mosque just next to where I am staying as if it has been passed along the rooftops by a lazy current.
The Sun burning fiercely until mid-morning, I hid inside the thick walls of the Riad (رياض)‎ reading.

Each of the three days I spent there followed a similar routine - reading, drinking, getting lost, eating, getting lost, reading, bed. It was perfect.

Thank you Morocco.

This is the First of July.

I have accepted a place at King's College to do psychiatric nursing in September. Hello. I was on a bus going past the Strand and they have photos and biographies of famous alumni. This means I too, am going to be great. See: 

"KCL have many notable Alumni. They range from the first Duke of Wellington (who fought a duel while Prime Minister in defence of his role in founding King’s), and Florence Nightingale (who founded the College’s School of Nursing), through to current PhD student and three-times Olympic rowing medallist Katherine Grainger, and medical student Lynsey Gawn who has skied to the South Pole.

Other King’s characters on the Strand include five of the College’s nine Nobel Prize winners (among them Archbishop Desmond Tutu and Sir James Black), together with librettist WS Gilbert; Lord Lister, the founder of antiseptic surgery; Romantic poet John Keats; Bloc Party musician Kele Okereke; satirist Rory Bremner; Sir Ivison Macadam who established the National Union of Students, and Dame Cicely Saunders, founder of the modern hospice movement."

I have already picked out which photo they will use for my biography on the window.

Today was busy and long, but very good. I also learnt all about fixed bike racing. I'm so hip it hurts.

Ouch.