I went to London this weekend. I guess I went for Vice UK's 5th Birthday, but come on a party? That's a pretty silly reason to go anywhere. Plus I don't have any pictures to prove I was there - I realized that I'd left my camera, and to a lesser extent my cigarettes at the place I was staying at. Anyway there are pictures from the party here, you know, if you care enough. The afterparty was at the old blue last
I overheard one disgruntled patron ask if she was in Trainspotting. Apparently the rampant boozing, and indulgence wasn't what she expected at an afterparty. I felt bad for her, so I spilled a drink on myself (not pictured here).
I enjoyed my time away from Paris because it allowed me to realize that I should be grateful for a number of things. For instance, Parisians are much better looking than the English. I assumed that the looks difference would be minimal, but turns out I was wayyyy off. To prove my point I have selected two random French and English specimens to compare
They may share the same name, but one of these two birds needs to loosen her headscarf! I also learned that not all breakfast places are equal, and just because a place is called the Paris Café doesn't mean they use butter on their toast, and don't cater to the obesely depressed. And for the record, Fried bread always sounded pretty decent in my brain, but after a short jaunt down that road I came to understand that I was wrong.
London I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
London two pounds and twenty-seven pence November 24, 2007.
I can't stand my own mind.
London when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
Those last two lines don't really fit, but you get the idea. Ouch. Tomorrow is Monday. What gives, clock of eternity?
I overheard one disgruntled patron ask if she was in Trainspotting. Apparently the rampant boozing, and indulgence wasn't what she expected at an afterparty. I felt bad for her, so I spilled a drink on myself (not pictured here).I enjoyed my time away from Paris because it allowed me to realize that I should be grateful for a number of things. For instance, Parisians are much better looking than the English. I assumed that the looks difference would be minimal, but turns out I was wayyyy off. To prove my point I have selected two random French and English specimens to compare
They may share the same name, but one of these two birds needs to loosen her headscarf! I also learned that not all breakfast places are equal, and just because a place is called the Paris Café doesn't mean they use butter on their toast, and don't cater to the obesely depressed. And for the record, Fried bread always sounded pretty decent in my brain, but after a short jaunt down that road I came to understand that I was wrong.London I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
London two pounds and twenty-seven pence November 24, 2007.
I can't stand my own mind.
London when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
Those last two lines don't really fit, but you get the idea. Ouch. Tomorrow is Monday. What gives, clock of eternity?
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