tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34961902457291482472024-02-19T08:43:07.358-08:00London BelleMy LDN journey laid bare...London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-35815169666337079882009-10-16T07:13:00.000-07:002009-10-16T07:24:54.044-07:00Job News!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmHcQMxHcaYUhJHthQBnT1-prIGS5sLKqvUIJVC_UqhlT5T_y0f8qiioKmMYckuFm1UZACPpjPBf1vem-azShugxSQdWNacQWh5hyphenhyphengAKNI3QW61-RDeGwfNGSOxQ7kjv5NVOZLyyf3xTW/s1600-h/IMG_0325.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393201579232752738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmHcQMxHcaYUhJHthQBnT1-prIGS5sLKqvUIJVC_UqhlT5T_y0f8qiioKmMYckuFm1UZACPpjPBf1vem-azShugxSQdWNacQWh5hyphenhyphengAKNI3QW61-RDeGwfNGSOxQ7kjv5NVOZLyyf3xTW/s400/IMG_0325.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_VPqzfuNkRCXPy49C1NRPx1LBo3AxTrZx2hw6ibZH4dwR8h_01lDNPjXLX1dgqdnpsp1G4CzRg3euqF0it6UF24CZs3H-C4J5AkG9uBIUVn81Cje6LGBkViWBC_qjYt-nGEoLZ64JFLrS/s1600-h/IMG_0323.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393201572850527650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_VPqzfuNkRCXPy49C1NRPx1LBo3AxTrZx2hw6ibZH4dwR8h_01lDNPjXLX1dgqdnpsp1G4CzRg3euqF0it6UF24CZs3H-C4J5AkG9uBIUVn81Cje6LGBkViWBC_qjYt-nGEoLZ64JFLrS/s400/IMG_0323.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Job news - I have one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div>I will be a health care assistant in a Orthodox Jewish nursing home, which will be more than interesting seeing close up a different religion and culture. I will also gain a NVQ in health and social care which is a bonus! 8am are some scary words though! Haven't heard that in a while!!! EEK! As my friend points out no more being a lady of leisure :(</div><div> </div><div>Pictures: animals of leisure (lucky buggers) taken in Clissold Park, Hackney. There are also an animal enclosures including deer, pygmy goats, rabbits and hens. As well as an aviary and duck ponds. <br /></div><div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-10221604717285441372009-10-06T04:08:00.001-07:002009-10-06T04:15:26.482-07:00Sheldon Square Part II<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0MfSoUIMefeXrelzcSo76JpI6OrUnKFW-s3YACKtMG4Zj0rbwFL4aVIy4NlSrJBdnKpgzWnzzDLfAqClmQkQTO1ASrDu-xDiLH-t_jzMo0ncDa9K8vxObLTfc12kK3DJKJtQH_NxnRGl/s1600-h/IMG_0282.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389443732114861906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0MfSoUIMefeXrelzcSo76JpI6OrUnKFW-s3YACKtMG4Zj0rbwFL4aVIy4NlSrJBdnKpgzWnzzDLfAqClmQkQTO1ASrDu-xDiLH-t_jzMo0ncDa9K8vxObLTfc12kK3DJKJtQH_NxnRGl/s400/IMG_0282.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEW0qDFxgG49ctDQrDkrQ8QnscOoKgUavKx9vN5gxia08SUXXfGBskCtv16BLluNZfJboiJEMR2ZTwD8lYPdovpZy7MBanhx5pudiERsj1NIOj9g2MKfiYdJR9iY9rRW8C6mDA8INSS_uY/s1600-h/IMG_0281.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389443727112191474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEW0qDFxgG49ctDQrDkrQ8QnscOoKgUavKx9vN5gxia08SUXXfGBskCtv16BLluNZfJboiJEMR2ZTwD8lYPdovpZy7MBanhx5pudiERsj1NIOj9g2MKfiYdJR9iY9rRW8C6mDA8INSS_uY/s400/IMG_0281.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-J_vcWtjLq5FRTJYhQbVa_SU-4vjvpvWlRyjbwwZB1wFoWJdmEx91WA12cTVyRTX6vdbMYYYeSeRHFJd4rMO-6ZYKqvkIPURoeytEuj4-CTYYZdt-bmXU7uSPzQ6715fLkCIPUuoXBqz4/s1600-h/IMG_0275.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389443717230077458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-J_vcWtjLq5FRTJYhQbVa_SU-4vjvpvWlRyjbwwZB1wFoWJdmEx91WA12cTVyRTX6vdbMYYYeSeRHFJd4rMO-6ZYKqvkIPURoeytEuj4-CTYYZdt-bmXU7uSPzQ6715fLkCIPUuoXBqz4/s400/IMG_0275.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqnjdbKwS5aLs2kEyz_owHogOlk03IuCp0QeZjoXZl3_l7t4UrKjBgXB3rvq-gTp-fs5QA5bniUggCDrKq6xEiwTeIQk-gz8Kz417hTuBQrg3rDgn16rc8uzwurxdPDmjLyADbpA3un86/s1600-h/IMG_0289.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389443712201923026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqnjdbKwS5aLs2kEyz_owHogOlk03IuCp0QeZjoXZl3_l7t4UrKjBgXB3rvq-gTp-fs5QA5bniUggCDrKq6xEiwTeIQk-gz8Kz417hTuBQrg3rDgn16rc8uzwurxdPDmjLyADbpA3un86/s400/IMG_0289.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhRKhNGsml3Ic0l-agX7V6iVHwcPUzmc8M8yZhf66TVi2LR1_XGg14pGXpz2290QOa178NfSr8UKfBXbur2eJvKSyrhkT37ZQkVFlojEZS44sSfLZrURnK8_QVggdeSr_UshajAmPn1ac/s1600-h/IMG_0290.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389443705664212962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhRKhNGsml3Ic0l-agX7V6iVHwcPUzmc8M8yZhf66TVi2LR1_XGg14pGXpz2290QOa178NfSr8UKfBXbur2eJvKSyrhkT37ZQkVFlojEZS44sSfLZrURnK8_QVggdeSr_UshajAmPn1ac/s400/IMG_0290.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>What do they say about saving the best till last? Ha! I love these statues. The lone man was actually a set they were opposite each other but my camera couldn't (or wouldn't) take them together, in fairness they were quite a way apart.</div></div></div></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-1816699950443039382009-09-23T14:51:00.000-07:002009-09-23T16:29:22.466-07:00Sheldon Square Part I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVsbFDm5qWxgjpNsEmIhuW-ov7ISJPoflafu_5_ySsRhVlWsvZVns0fD3Fi6JE9d6l3CFgtUEpymTbaU9f-qWtrkDf8Ksp3GVKmNOMzPZzbJn04pghW_ptnhnFX2-3DnYkZV9ZMuhinxec/s1600-h/IMG_0274.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384788270989547682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVsbFDm5qWxgjpNsEmIhuW-ov7ISJPoflafu_5_ySsRhVlWsvZVns0fD3Fi6JE9d6l3CFgtUEpymTbaU9f-qWtrkDf8Ksp3GVKmNOMzPZzbJn04pghW_ptnhnFX2-3DnYkZV9ZMuhinxec/s400/IMG_0274.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqDVwe-TxpNO2FdqgfWQhElmz0mH4NH5JEgydW8GoUq649pKsIR22ic3fp8z5RDLjW03Cds4h89ULwIHp4TvoL4rL70qZXx_V4k46_-gNHV6O1PPMi0sQ4Y3HIfq0r_4nz8cACOw60jFJ/s1600-h/IMG_0279.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384788266345828546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqDVwe-TxpNO2FdqgfWQhElmz0mH4NH5JEgydW8GoUq649pKsIR22ic3fp8z5RDLjW03Cds4h89ULwIHp4TvoL4rL70qZXx_V4k46_-gNHV6O1PPMi0sQ4Y3HIfq0r_4nz8cACOw60jFJ/s400/IMG_0279.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Zlhj9QS_VN5NI0GMPHCxcdn7IxgZiWofx_s-h_YYWrDhLtqf754tnBJu4f_rEkevLwCPHLj9o68nKDdLzVQLnCkgPpu5YXLaUrO26npsyC7ve0SR8r3H5dysFAqbOK_vqoQYdqcKebyd/s1600-h/IMG_0278.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384788253591530002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Zlhj9QS_VN5NI0GMPHCxcdn7IxgZiWofx_s-h_YYWrDhLtqf754tnBJu4f_rEkevLwCPHLj9o68nKDdLzVQLnCkgPpu5YXLaUrO26npsyC7ve0SR8r3H5dysFAqbOK_vqoQYdqcKebyd/s400/IMG_0278.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdeCkz0nKU7jYH2Gg-GCoibLxadFLsDcRN-SJBoH6UDE2z9FMxoYUAkirsBoAu7Z5_ofbVb3zY-SYrnzxvV4kq6p_g_BngM-1O8zfTAiquWD9CmbUjMJUKFeaD_R8z7ZRZLHPLD8zIE-qo/s1600-h/IMG_0277.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384788245752217602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdeCkz0nKU7jYH2Gg-GCoibLxadFLsDcRN-SJBoH6UDE2z9FMxoYUAkirsBoAu7Z5_ofbVb3zY-SYrnzxvV4kq6p_g_BngM-1O8zfTAiquWD9CmbUjMJUKFeaD_R8z7ZRZLHPLD8zIE-qo/s400/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJELvYp6u8V1l6lEHxXbMYFbu9OCjsMReoH85YyCk1RReOueEELIkLwXBOL7Twcnfr8KU2hsIX4KcsQRV8kyPbVWHsvnnYFrSl4RLR8PXSO0rDAc0uzrhu9xFDxH1GjDw5bvQ3LKWad1Dw/s1600-h/IMG_0276.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384788239598160770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJELvYp6u8V1l6lEHxXbMYFbu9OCjsMReoH85YyCk1RReOueEELIkLwXBOL7Twcnfr8KU2hsIX4KcsQRV8kyPbVWHsvnnYFrSl4RLR8PXSO0rDAc0uzrhu9xFDxH1GjDw5bvQ3LKWad1Dw/s400/IMG_0276.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />When I think of London I think of history. London dates back from Roman times and the Tower of London from the early Middle Ages, London is full of beautiful old <span style="color:#ffffff;">architecture</span> when people put real effort and imagination into things. So this post is to show a different side of London, the modern side.<br /><br /><br />I came to Sheldon Square when I thought my life was to take an ironic twist - I went for an interview for a job at the job centre! They turned me down but I was lucky enough to find a great advisor who has helped me a lot and who I can't thank enough! </div><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-74006388180477145022009-09-10T12:46:00.000-07:002009-09-10T12:56:26.969-07:00Angel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKbNDYhMnvfYAXJSeAV5-W5aYTfPS8kKBOxrQtywxW6K7kYuKpCMldHaoLezCPNTXPScfYRv20pMPRrMTenuzz08APLPVYl_OLwqDCO0Qm2A__aTORKu7SqpvWUiRONJ4WloSjy9H4XHt/s1600-h/DSC_00142.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379928082848995090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKbNDYhMnvfYAXJSeAV5-W5aYTfPS8kKBOxrQtywxW6K7kYuKpCMldHaoLezCPNTXPScfYRv20pMPRrMTenuzz08APLPVYl_OLwqDCO0Qm2A__aTORKu7SqpvWUiRONJ4WloSjy9H4XHt/s400/DSC_00142.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxaGUt-XulRriZhNSlX-Ngzxknm6jvQgbJOxFdZwaHlsg5_pmfnZ6QYbbuSp_Rc8ikzyh5vWqg6seIJRmFDVC8HuzRT1IePx_I8xflB6XgCObUlZw54JaiXg6jslr88K-Kpknv4GCCnSz/s1600-h/DSC_00144.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379928080723406546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxaGUt-XulRriZhNSlX-Ngzxknm6jvQgbJOxFdZwaHlsg5_pmfnZ6QYbbuSp_Rc8ikzyh5vWqg6seIJRmFDVC8HuzRT1IePx_I8xflB6XgCObUlZw54JaiXg6jslr88K-Kpknv4GCCnSz/s400/DSC_00144.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />These pics are of Angel in Islington. </div><div> </div><div>According to Wikipedia: 'London has a wide range of peoples, cultures, and religions, and more than 300 languages are spoken within its boundaries'</div><div> </div><div>So it seems impossible to find your angel but its not...<br /></div><div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-34801690070187921492009-08-16T05:17:00.000-07:002009-08-16T05:31:59.216-07:00Paddington Bear at Paddington Station<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSl9Uxrw42-vafGvgq-AVR2fNBjOb4umbtWZx9HhqZJxXc8n9uZKZ2BadvUr6O1xbkgLiexaFaPDME6D3UcUBVU-F_2Pxn_AhgT50coSR3k0AI4Eck_zI4wSJd3NJmcJty4Ip40MKRW1zr/s1600-h/IMG_0292.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370537978256350290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSl9Uxrw42-vafGvgq-AVR2fNBjOb4umbtWZx9HhqZJxXc8n9uZKZ2BadvUr6O1xbkgLiexaFaPDME6D3UcUBVU-F_2Pxn_AhgT50coSR3k0AI4Eck_zI4wSJd3NJmcJty4Ip40MKRW1zr/s400/IMG_0292.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKFSoBIplgxk3R8RPxUyTQLmOGT260A1rSi9qbajcjxUWyh_3t-e-m3A4a0SztT_vofUHMDop5Yp_AdCHqnogoDRjw6vYgK2fk5-EDJ8zKprBJKWrt8hNNsAitBGTWPXTGQUuwHMave4a/s1600-h/IMG_0291.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370537965006439218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKFSoBIplgxk3R8RPxUyTQLmOGT260A1rSi9qbajcjxUWyh_3t-e-m3A4a0SztT_vofUHMDop5Yp_AdCHqnogoDRjw6vYgK2fk5-EDJ8zKprBJKWrt8hNNsAitBGTWPXTGQUuwHMave4a/s400/IMG_0291.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Paddington is a bear who usually wears a duffle coat, a rather shapeless hat and, on occasions, Wellington boots. Many people also know that his favourite food is marmalade and that he originally comes from Darkest Peru.</div><div><br />Paddington arrived on Paddington Station in London which is where the very first story begins with the words:Mr. and Mrs. Brown first met Paddington on a railway platform. In fact, that was how he came to have such an unusual name for a bear for Paddington was the name of the station.</div><div><br />The writer Michael Bond was born in Newbury, Berkshire, England on 13th January 1926. His first book, A Bear Called Paddington, was published in 1958. In 1997 Michael Bond was awarded to OBE for services to children’s literature.<br /></div><div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-31034061310433446652009-08-07T11:07:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:53:51.296-07:00The tube<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKBtfb6dTZ4oX4NdBmNa_aK6kKAq4tvmCtQ6Ec1lPbxu-6XOZh3Po-_xJjjCdpbfEc5_fXaWtzqNC-6m9xIWfzGlEkLpx1tXXNac82mIBupa3-3jBf1r6JAxAdnWjIWOlzCxxDpBvswI-/s1600-h/IMG_0294.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367287148143522994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKBtfb6dTZ4oX4NdBmNa_aK6kKAq4tvmCtQ6Ec1lPbxu-6XOZh3Po-_xJjjCdpbfEc5_fXaWtzqNC-6m9xIWfzGlEkLpx1tXXNac82mIBupa3-3jBf1r6JAxAdnWjIWOlzCxxDpBvswI-/s400/IMG_0294.jpg" border="0" /></a>I've been using the tube a lot recently - so it deserves a post!! I found a very interesting web page (link below) dedicated to everything tube!!! <br /><div> </div><div>Go where we may - just not too any of these stations (!):</div><div><br />Lots of stations have closed down, but are still sitting there in a strangely unnerving way (unnerving, anyway, for anyone who has seen Quatermass and the Pit).<br />They are: Aldwych (closed 1994), Blake Hall (1983), British Museum (1933), Brompton Road (1934), City Road (1922), Down Street (1932), Lords (1939), Marlborough Road (1939), Ongar and North Weald (1994)South Acton (1959), South Kentish Town (1924), St Mary's (1938), Uxbridge Road (1947), White City (1959) and York Road (1932).</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>(<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A408890">http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A408890</a>)</div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-52467710665752303332009-07-25T15:31:00.000-07:002009-07-25T16:56:47.998-07:00Two Flower<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigC5X58BrnZQOSMIiOk7LQBg1hw_mvIzTdig0KjzwbpCOO8sMFDaIqYCWsjz7zIm7w64Baw6HgheYGEdT7w3KhWHuNmEjtl8CIHUeezg7LeyBuv32p9MhPrWvs21-XrA6_Ewk9siHjj6at/s1600-h/DSC_00136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362530346640168770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigC5X58BrnZQOSMIiOk7LQBg1hw_mvIzTdig0KjzwbpCOO8sMFDaIqYCWsjz7zIm7w64Baw6HgheYGEdT7w3KhWHuNmEjtl8CIHUeezg7LeyBuv32p9MhPrWvs21-XrA6_Ewk9siHjj6at/s400/DSC_00136.jpg" border="0" /></a> It was sooooooooo hot that day!! On the plus side lots of ice lollies!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB72QVTBG1Op9f5JMZytOifj4zNNqX5535YMj0tMQ1-EjfT3Zktk9CgFV4xsgDjdzthVMb0eYKOpNiTkgNkORqarrDfpkXkOrvn2C5Yof-bxH0Vl3HM-856FW_cGf6MVqYEsAaNvYMHd_1/s1600-h/DSC_00133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362530344199628706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB72QVTBG1Op9f5JMZytOifj4zNNqX5535YMj0tMQ1-EjfT3Zktk9CgFV4xsgDjdzthVMb0eYKOpNiTkgNkORqarrDfpkXkOrvn2C5Yof-bxH0Vl3HM-856FW_cGf6MVqYEsAaNvYMHd_1/s400/DSC_00133.jpg" border="0" /></a> The cirtificate from Monument (front and back)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHwHV9JLL1N2N905bELisbaxc_cGLLXGABeznNcYm84ELcKnT0KlNuaThrqLVuKZNPH5mnLbnrCopPEZFAi1-OMScv3DA3flaTBCt6C3GCSLKLaP_gBFfclxhULx0JSi7Jlf3Ae9TwScgF/s1600-h/DSC_00131.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362530337415826914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHwHV9JLL1N2N905bELisbaxc_cGLLXGABeznNcYm84ELcKnT0KlNuaThrqLVuKZNPH5mnLbnrCopPEZFAi1-OMScv3DA3flaTBCt6C3GCSLKLaP_gBFfclxhULx0JSi7Jlf3Ae9TwScgF/s400/DSC_00131.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Olympic flag outside City Hall<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6K4EFpqNAvkQt8r03O5S24XUh4Xim-RuNnvzhe06dhTPjZeWnxiSkGEzk4CeKBSP735FiU_QzhRJ1MuoGzQzcTcaaOJ3EvhIUA3m7XZXaf4jfM0v1nn0HCesCGKhQyzcry7XYI4wSSVue/s1600-h/DSC_00127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362530329529088994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6K4EFpqNAvkQt8r03O5S24XUh4Xim-RuNnvzhe06dhTPjZeWnxiSkGEzk4CeKBSP735FiU_QzhRJ1MuoGzQzcTcaaOJ3EvhIUA3m7XZXaf4jfM0v1nn0HCesCGKhQyzcry7XYI4wSSVue/s400/DSC_00127.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Statues outside City Hall<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR9ooYSkvOHD4soiMNPQ2bDi0VcMijI6QsxxNi54Js8MaF0Ozydus433i8wV2aO5ddPM_pt69TvIeBDXiZ571lexRnEFvuY42CmJDBTevShUY8L6z1g1P-2rQJGuAJ47g86SqckXa6WmGX/s1600-h/DSC_00124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362530327706023346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR9ooYSkvOHD4soiMNPQ2bDi0VcMijI6QsxxNi54Js8MaF0Ozydus433i8wV2aO5ddPM_pt69TvIeBDXiZ571lexRnEFvuY42CmJDBTevShUY8L6z1g1P-2rQJGuAJ47g86SqckXa6WmGX/s400/DSC_00124.jpg" border="0" /></a> Trapped London, Monument </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>This is from a little while ago when London was hot and sunny. I had a friend come to stay from the mystical land of Congleton (in the London Dungeon my friend was standing on trial for loving a horse a little too much when we were told Congleton doesn't exist).</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>He insisted on going to the London Dungeon. I have not been there in the four years I have lived in London for a very good reason - I was scared. Because I had been previously been dragged to the one in York and had lived to tell the tale I agreed. The difference being the London one has rides!! (descriptions taken from the website):</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>'<a title="Boat Ride to Hell The London Dungeon Rides Rides at the London Dungeon Boat Ride" href="http://www.thedungeons.com/en/london-dungeon/dungeon-guide/boat-ride-to-hell.html#content">Boat Ride to Hell</a><br />Are you afraid of the dark? Are you petrified of drowning? Do you hate the feeling of falling backwards? Face your fears with the Traitor, Boat Ride to Hell at The London Dungeon!'<br /></div><div></div><div>reality</div><div>Owen - did we just go down a big slope?</div><div>Me - erm. yes. I think we did...<br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div>'<a title="Extremis: Drop Ride to Doom London Dungeon Rides New Rides at the London Dungeon Attractions at London Dungeon" href="http://www.thedungeons.com/en/london-dungeon/dungeon-guide/extremis.html#content">Extremis: Drop Ride to Doom</a></div><div>'You have been tried and sentenced, now you must accept your fate and let the hangman guide you to the end. A final rush of adrenaline as you plummet into the dark depths to embrace your doom!</div><div><br />reality</div><div>I was scared going up, cos we kept going up...I didn't get the flip in the tummy feeling I was expecting. In the picture I was laughing, so it was good and Owen did look a little scared - that might be because he wasn't allowed his glasses.</div><div><br />Next for the tourists was Monument - all 311 steps of it. It was built between 1671 and 1677 to commemorate the Great Fire of London and to celebrate the rebuilding of the city. The fire began in a baker's in Pudding Lane on 2nd September 1666 and was extinguished 5th of September, after destroying the greater part of the city. 311 steps up a spiralling staircase and at the end you get a certificate for a mere £3!! The only down side is that it’s very narrow at the top and London is covered my mesh, as in the trapped London in the above pic.</div><div><br />The giant Kangaroo in the bra and knickers, by Elle Macpherson, outside City Hall can be explained thus:‘Twenty lifesize kangaroo statues will be descending on LondonBetween Wednesday 24th and 30th June 20 life-size kangaroo statues will be descending on London.Each will boast its own unique design, with the roos created by a mix of celebrities, students, artists and sponsors.Known as the Kangaroo Island Hunt roos, they will be located at landmarks throughout central London, and the public will be invited to find the roos in return for winning a trip to Kangaroo Island!The 20 kangaroo designs have come from various celebs, including model Elle Macpherson, GMTV presenter Richard Arnold and South Australian artists Peter Coad and Emma Hack.’</div><div>There is no similar excuse for the giant egg next to it!!!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-22562921264633643352009-07-18T09:12:00.000-07:002009-07-18T09:17:07.008-07:00Regent's Park part 3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbbzsDuQkQfL5hj6pAYSM7eAz4Q-uexyjQYpgmiY2pbLmWx5zF66yGew8gG2lfKAPpsaGSu-8x99CYG5XvuPAnmCwgQdzIT2zEKUMxO81Gm0KlG3IikAZ0xm68fDZoBwZQsGuLzd91BzE8/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359834699190566738" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohwticFY5AQ8GRwhz5_OSI-sXCdrdHJmYJky4Szwe3N0pYkh_2Cbjle9JkIF04acrWPq1Uo56HnF8S00RtUTovq0tNY9wOu0jME4JQ5Yjx7nR_FszZlIqODI4m_NgjdDXM323rNgNELLs/s400/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-44336614913165452762009-06-18T09:55:00.000-07:002009-06-20T08:06:27.349-07:00Regent's Park part 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsIFtNAEmL-GjZ_22RhTmRLXyuTv1CAk1JxT2UpsAZO8wP6bcyHL_ytPm60chv4Frsj7Q-8YP7kYQB26myXZ3YDGCFy9Aiiv98btfSBGvxURB14soA5_SyWTeHhwvHsD-coRqx6HH64t0/s1600-h/IMG_0265.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348722579717447010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsIFtNAEmL-GjZ_22RhTmRLXyuTv1CAk1JxT2UpsAZO8wP6bcyHL_ytPm60chv4Frsj7Q-8YP7kYQB26myXZ3YDGCFy9Aiiv98btfSBGvxURB14soA5_SyWTeHhwvHsD-coRqx6HH64t0/s400/IMG_0265.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6W_wH9kwtiCRgHdorz6p5NzCsgYYua_w6Eu3DEDjPICBzn6Yv2CKs8wBTLgbP0AEjXM7t0cUi_2cfaCWPobfwEue4sl4e6bFCMSZ0qwhe_Kv5uhwjU3uTGyERI_V1PyO2uSL3T5T7fh7/s1600-h/IMG_0264.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348722574318889698" style="DISPLAY: block; 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two boys (that shared a room) were the main problems of the house. One has left and the other has been asked to leave. It is a shame because they were nice and have been quiet lately but the house is messier since their arrival. Most of the glasses, plates, bowls end up in his room. He leaves his stubble all over the sink, and it is disgusting for people who use the sink to wash their face! Its mainly the party atmosphere (and the food stealing) that is a pain. You used to not know how many people were living in that room. He has at least three friends over every night, forcing some house mates to lock their door when going downstairs to watch TV. Naturally the boys requested more girls in the house! It turns out that I am not the only girl in the house anymore!!! : ( two guys moved in the room downstairs and then I saw a lot of an, I must say, older (than them) female. She was at the house meeting. And now it appears there is another lady living with them. Four people in one room?!?<br /><br /><br />My fave house mate (my party boy) has left for his home - Rome this morning. I'm very sad and will be more lonely - but at least I have an invite to Rome!!<br /><br /><br />And the zoo called me yesterday. They offered me the job! But I couldn't take it! I got offered only a 12 hours contract when I stated I needed a 30 hour one. They woke me up for that! I'm annoyed because in the pre-interview, 1st stage, they asked me and I told them full time and the lady was quiet keen to put me down for also wanting part time hours. It struck me as strange then, like they had already filled the full time positions. I told her no, just full time. They said they would see and get back to me. I doubt they will. I was told that they may have filled all their full time slots with people who scored higher in the main interview! The cheek! They are a zoo!! They should be aware that caging people for long periods with nothing to do in a darkened room isn't the best idea, then they expect me to dazzle them at interview, they were lucky they didn't lose a limb!! Grrrr! </div></div></div></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-18481166746392488582009-06-17T11:11:00.000-07:002009-06-20T08:11:41.887-07:00Regent's Park part 1<em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hKu8Rx8Qawm30wupg9uHwPovkwznWCdni0Is9W-7YbLcWNsybAhmLMtyR16lniwgaNa3Y2Jsuzz6DcAzGSOGuNscm5O3Kt-ddhgwbaFn3WmPEUSpumNJNRu952y-6mRTWqJRX12_5f44/s1600-h/IMG_0270.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348367780186410434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hKu8Rx8Qawm30wupg9uHwPovkwznWCdni0Is9W-7YbLcWNsybAhmLMtyR16lniwgaNa3Y2Jsuzz6DcAzGSOGuNscm5O3Kt-ddhgwbaFn3WmPEUSpumNJNRu952y-6mRTWqJRX12_5f44/s400/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love the detail on the house, the statues, roman columns - but look at all those chimneys!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnveH4PDdwT-6_sZC_L1_7xBp7Ztk6DnJJ80nd03afuXVLALTuujsQX6wwevuccGRzWKuEH8ttZnZHNV_M6ifBxLNQM9BkGY-hgM8Dm73pRMlwghSSm55Rc4rkbBwnzxJGx3-VpoEGZej3/s1600-h/IMG_0257.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348367773545354370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnveH4PDdwT-6_sZC_L1_7xBp7Ztk6DnJJ80nd03afuXVLALTuujsQX6wwevuccGRzWKuEH8ttZnZHNV_M6ifBxLNQM9BkGY-hgM8Dm73pRMlwghSSm55Rc4rkbBwnzxJGx3-VpoEGZej3/s400/IMG_0257.jpg" border="0" /></a> The BT tower versus an old style lamppost<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdAynKXnM3xhxa3HgVZgjH1iPcpTyPUBxlgW9OCEDQdBer5-O2z_eJ2TSVyrMt__UgsJLyxJsMvhGyRRS5gobU-s8fvzCKFdUz3Yg2qgyOn6PWlTxmM_rfI_-JxCOH6appbibzFNX0rL1H/s1600-h/IMG_0256.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348367764769537554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdAynKXnM3xhxa3HgVZgjH1iPcpTyPUBxlgW9OCEDQdBer5-O2z_eJ2TSVyrMt__UgsJLyxJsMvhGyRRS5gobU-s8fvzCKFdUz3Yg2qgyOn6PWlTxmM_rfI_-JxCOH6appbibzFNX0rL1H/s400/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3_mMdrPumIDPdbIcWkeQ6Fyf7vY8LtfgUPQiXIxbO-JqohIaxWhMGUTHS_LmyiSW7V4vOw59JTJ2X_aZGDUPQ0WDuiEcnqKNtSUfaCzgiPEojwWa_HGRCkJx94Q0jSgmFOHTE_omzQUC/s1600-h/IMG_0254.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348367760631321922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3_mMdrPumIDPdbIcWkeQ6Fyf7vY8LtfgUPQiXIxbO-JqohIaxWhMGUTHS_LmyiSW7V4vOw59JTJ2X_aZGDUPQ0WDuiEcnqKNtSUfaCzgiPEojwWa_HGRCkJx94Q0jSgmFOHTE_omzQUC/s400/IMG_0254.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydoDIQhXxdDDYiNHO3XIkH1sm4CaMlLlFTD0cdUCrQWUOvBrCneJ9JM9k2FpoX9c-Fxv5d3EVDBKmwBnY4IDlwERDkB8auicyd4P0SHv0PVcGC2dbIIN2VgXz4jxjbSLwojJCcm3bJDaS/s1600-h/IMG_0251.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348367756112688562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydoDIQhXxdDDYiNHO3XIkH1sm4CaMlLlFTD0cdUCrQWUOvBrCneJ9JM9k2FpoX9c-Fxv5d3EVDBKmwBnY4IDlwERDkB8auicyd4P0SHv0PVcGC2dbIIN2VgXz4jxjbSLwojJCcm3bJDaS/s400/IMG_0251.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I had a job interview today - at London Zoo! I made sure friends and family members made no 'what as a monkey?' joke. Luckily they just joked (hopefully) about me stealing them baby pandas or big game. (If I'm to be arrested - or mauled - for anything it would be stealing me a Meerkat, sorry guys). The job title is seasonal retail & admissions sales assistants. I took the scenic route to get some good photos. The area round there is so pretty and the park especially so. I will definitely go back to get some quality time there. However the interview was LONG. I felt like a seasonal potential staff member – as in disposable. The start time was 1:30pm, and naturally I arrived early. I was given a tombola ticket; it was rather foreboding to be given a lottery style ticket at a job interview – is that how they choose?!? – And rather impersonal – You’re not important enough to read your name off a piece of paper. The interview was done in two stages, one they check you’re eligible to work in the UK and a quick question; what toy would you recommend to blah blah blah out of the ones on the table.<br /><br /><br />Stage two was the interview. The rest of the time was spent in the quite dark auditorium. They had two large flower pieces that looked like you would find them in a funeral home rather than a zoo. I left after 4pm. What were we doing in the darkened auditorium with the morbid flowers? NOTHING. Literally. We sat for HOURS doing nothing. Just staring into space and daydreaming. We were offered no refreshments. When the interviewer before mine came in and asked for somebody else I laughed, not cos it was funny, nor in a bitter way but because I was slowly losing my sanity. I think I didn’t do so well because of that – may have come across as a bit of a nutter after being spoken to and being let loose from my cage after so long!<br /><br /><br />I’ve got to go – the house has a meeting due to the stealing of food, noise and dirty dishes!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em></em></div></div></div></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-72285740584642171302009-06-13T09:28:00.000-07:002009-06-13T10:01:58.986-07:00A requestI recieved a request from Elise over at <a href="http://elise-wwwwords.blogspot.com/">http://elise-wwwwords.blogspot.com/</a> where she blogs about ballet:<br /><br />'Hi, I hope you are going to check out the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden and post your pictures here ?You can do tours of the building; you don't have to pay a fortune to see a performance, and it's a massive building not just a theatre.'<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWbgeyBGZmXqTfyvT6KJaaf3ss1JZ4vWH6J0o_22hdgpZkn1KHzBIvmJbHxAiv-fasuZ0b3VSeVdqWBi_H06IGvqBb3QRpO6sfIcmOP0I4N31O4nxyGoDa0Bia25AIqoC2dwEgKCRy2e1/s1600-h/663px-Royal_Opera_House_and_ballerina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346854139389543570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWbgeyBGZmXqTfyvT6KJaaf3ss1JZ4vWH6J0o_22hdgpZkn1KHzBIvmJbHxAiv-fasuZ0b3VSeVdqWBi_H06IGvqBb3QRpO6sfIcmOP0I4N31O4nxyGoDa0Bia25AIqoC2dwEgKCRy2e1/s400/663px-Royal_Opera_House_and_ballerina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZaKvQXq4vBx0yekt3gQ60k5OKV8oayBlFxXjnTnUsUTq2uojeguushd4ggPplCXFp9RFf9uomicqr2X_dlin9LhLB66p1J3vUC7qGvxKawJPuapTRXj9vfZGNvnjno1zzTvrxmqW5ObQ/s1600-h/IMG_0239.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346854134422828082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZaKvQXq4vBx0yekt3gQ60k5OKV8oayBlFxXjnTnUsUTq2uojeguushd4ggPplCXFp9RFf9uomicqr2X_dlin9LhLB66p1J3vUC7qGvxKawJPuapTRXj9vfZGNvnjno1zzTvrxmqW5ObQ/s400/IMG_0239.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcqSjEH6OgLQQQtA1V9grmrX9-XFfweIuGh8ASo-Nvfz28nno-B8hm7ie_2MJ5jEZuyqby7ryk8lfqi2GT-UUi0O1uWzTnjNdhUQA10rGlgCTIHSunVvyxJm8Ch5YKL6_T0g08v4RvOQL/s1600-h/IMG_0235.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346854124160060562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcqSjEH6OgLQQQtA1V9grmrX9-XFfweIuGh8ASo-Nvfz28nno-B8hm7ie_2MJ5jEZuyqby7ryk8lfqi2GT-UUi0O1uWzTnjNdhUQA10rGlgCTIHSunVvyxJm8Ch5YKL6_T0g08v4RvOQL/s400/IMG_0235.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />statue of Dame Ninnette de Valois<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBFfJxPP6-eYJUeMEAObPcK0wQKQd3v4_9zAydLbY7ApJGxLBZOmgpoXCykRi_CvYJLpGjQ2sjtnIO4NLmGGnQqq_7z3fb16OYnHOB5uHpZZAv2hyphenhyphen_P1ZOyQqJZ4SS7ec-JRgTIq-V01-8/s1600-h/IMG_0237.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346854120875360994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBFfJxPP6-eYJUeMEAObPcK0wQKQd3v4_9zAydLbY7ApJGxLBZOmgpoXCykRi_CvYJLpGjQ2sjtnIO4NLmGGnQqq_7z3fb16OYnHOB5uHpZZAv2hyphenhyphen_P1ZOyQqJZ4SS7ec-JRgTIq-V01-8/s400/IMG_0237.jpg" border="0" /></a> Located a few steps from the Royal Opera House, La Ballerina takes its name from the enchanting statue of a ballerina which stands directly opposite the restaurant</div><div></div><div>I haven't had a tour of the building - but it is on my to do list! Here is the information on tours: </div><div></div><div>'Visit the Backstage and the Front of House areas of one of the world's leading theatres as it prepares to open its doors for the evening performance.<br /><br />The Backstage Tours include an introduction to the colourful history of the theatre, an insight into the redevelopment of the Royal Opera House and a look at aspects of current productions. As the Royal Opera House is a fully working theatre, each tour is a unique experience, and may include opportunities to see The Royal Ballet in class, or the magnificent backstage technology in operation.</div><div><br />The tours can run three times per day Mondays to Fridays, at 10.30am, 12.30pm and 2.30pm, and on Saturdays at 10.30am, 11.30am, 12.30pm and 1.30pm. All tours last approximately 1 hour 30 minutes. The cost is £9 per ticket [concessions: £8 (senior citizens) and £7 (students/unemployed/children).' </div><div> </div><div>Thanks for the request!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-9985306709453681422009-05-28T11:37:00.000-07:002009-05-28T12:17:30.221-07:00By the Canal Harringay<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYA0zp18nhfwi_9CjxNiCTiuSNLFMl-3I_8cZOXJVXkKWg0-u5YRIVle1lBAS14MS6nXZJr6lMy2Lot3MgHSA4tGpBwhwwsxXCp8mjFNzlPNc7fyEWNjxyMD45ZBIMw9vEHFo6w_s-sddE/s1600-h/IMG_0197.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340955559121003874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYA0zp18nhfwi_9CjxNiCTiuSNLFMl-3I_8cZOXJVXkKWg0-u5YRIVle1lBAS14MS6nXZJr6lMy2Lot3MgHSA4tGpBwhwwsxXCp8mjFNzlPNc7fyEWNjxyMD45ZBIMw9vEHFo6w_s-sddE/s400/IMG_0197.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKCXm-5ZUdPGM3NO7c3s3cUfPmm1Mjs3yuRnDXIhevcnUV21NBEGbK108YWLfAwwm1qUrBd-s3OgvWrnDFZhGPYac2jEATyNhg8GWwebfgSI2X0A3wgtInbaCFjMCobg41EamtNNgHNfR/s1600-h/IMG_0192.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340955551907002674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKCXm-5ZUdPGM3NO7c3s3cUfPmm1Mjs3yuRnDXIhevcnUV21NBEGbK108YWLfAwwm1qUrBd-s3OgvWrnDFZhGPYac2jEATyNhg8GWwebfgSI2X0A3wgtInbaCFjMCobg41EamtNNgHNfR/s400/IMG_0192.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrd2hND3-8vP3E1iVEXKAn7HbOicDeTmjAuMJXDYn312TG2t1-XBhcFlllRPbT_Tbfnr0vH_NxQjZtojMdGpJDBY-SCx6n9y7uxQxtiwyRH3iVjyVWhoFNh2taYpswvWzLjwnBSQcMJdw/s1600-h/IMG_0190.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340955544633752994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrd2hND3-8vP3E1iVEXKAn7HbOicDeTmjAuMJXDYn312TG2t1-XBhcFlllRPbT_Tbfnr0vH_NxQjZtojMdGpJDBY-SCx6n9y7uxQxtiwyRH3iVjyVWhoFNh2taYpswvWzLjwnBSQcMJdw/s400/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKvCo8jQDl6TcgKL78RFF7i3fh8ufFuk386vkN0g2Kei6RmVqBSs2uUABZ3Gzm6X1C6RTeENLon2Ou-HyHOuPE6z05m4du-fPFQBQXhGMVtk00dJsXNLBwtZfbTOzEzZTr_WL9FJ6r5K9/s1600-h/IMG_0189.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340955541147642402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKvCo8jQDl6TcgKL78RFF7i3fh8ufFuk386vkN0g2Kei6RmVqBSs2uUABZ3Gzm6X1C6RTeENLon2Ou-HyHOuPE6z05m4du-fPFQBQXhGMVtk00dJsXNLBwtZfbTOzEzZTr_WL9FJ6r5K9/s400/IMG_0189.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-52811468331618459822009-05-23T07:29:00.000-07:002009-05-23T07:55:04.734-07:00London grub<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4oJcHu2uNezUP1yDiOzBQuWEkJmiU23exAarWCs9Q25wYJBp_8bghxgwmDglUWPzs0AxdFUp3hESwxMFBi1roXInKixKK364Mo7kfvhcCFEl74WwK3Gma4QzUx9l46iyke7hvJqvQTGn6/s1600-h/IMG_0201.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339031415792848786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4oJcHu2uNezUP1yDiOzBQuWEkJmiU23exAarWCs9Q25wYJBp_8bghxgwmDglUWPzs0AxdFUp3hESwxMFBi1roXInKixKK364Mo7kfvhcCFEl74WwK3Gma4QzUx9l46iyke7hvJqvQTGn6/s400/IMG_0201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqpfe-OuVF7xCuqGWarjXZ6val_i01iThRwvlNQGMyGg9C-ReDjl2TeuPEgrWVF9xx5YRU1INcFr5oD8wo1k6kWBzad1de3H2k5AWhXZR_Pz8M6nZuyUuAfNbRzQr6t9rY8mnflDeDM6_/s1600-h/IMG_0199.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339031411871038194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqpfe-OuVF7xCuqGWarjXZ6val_i01iThRwvlNQGMyGg9C-ReDjl2TeuPEgrWVF9xx5YRU1INcFr5oD8wo1k6kWBzad1de3H2k5AWhXZR_Pz8M6nZuyUuAfNbRzQr6t9rY8mnflDeDM6_/s400/IMG_0199.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Above are pictures of my plate covered in jellied eels. I would love to tell you a romantic story about strolling along the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Thames</span> and being tempted by these beauties at a traditional stall. But I bought them at my local <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sainsbury's</span> supermarket. I wasn't sure what to do with the jelly, not being a fan, I scraped it off safely and into the bin! I ate these lovelies for you dear readers because:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Jellied eels are a traditional dish from London's East End that originated in the 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> century. In the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">East End</span> there used to be lots of jellied eel and pie and mash shops, and although most did not survive into this century, a few are still going.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The Thames is a good habitat for eels. They were easy to catch locally, and it was easy to keep them alive in barrels for long enough to bring them to market, so the supply was easier than that of other kinds of fish. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Because</span> of this they were common, cheap and easily transportable.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I admit they do not look neither yummy nor moreish. But they are not that bad - I even bought more the other day. Second time around I liked them more and didn't feel sick at all! </div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-42966056277175752362009-05-11T05:28:00.000-07:002009-05-11T05:56:51.174-07:00British Library and St Pancras Station<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9XGhKyNdeXQ6secPTHh7wdwnzbS43CTjpZ-eCy-C6dI9Y86UtfmqNDjo3oBCkim1a85eJfT8obMJblSH9yUFQ-wQftgQfSPdvlKv6ehYZBv9Z-V1ZmfzdYD3JnGKwK9Qiyx4gQtExkOB/s1600-h/IMG_0168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334548827831087746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9XGhKyNdeXQ6secPTHh7wdwnzbS43CTjpZ-eCy-C6dI9Y86UtfmqNDjo3oBCkim1a85eJfT8obMJblSH9yUFQ-wQftgQfSPdvlKv6ehYZBv9Z-V1ZmfzdYD3JnGKwK9Qiyx4gQtExkOB/s400/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uGhE7TtUFBbD1nRkLMxjGVZRGrpKq2_FrifgQVkg4v7latY0paAD1NkRSdf9vENbZW8Xg8FQWgnoMB6bv_88Y2V3ZYjPOFrbu_Txz-PSyUzydB6B633zHpY5fsO802uO5tTbGlWDvgwy/s1600-h/IMG_0165.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334548825938800514" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-qcuNbCs1us2Z-CIQ59MEXKVGOCD1p_iErzE1RcxbA1HeNKg4zloXM_Ss0AKsx1dvIChoHqp6LO0MvZidtmGe62nkSOty0PGrq7x_KwOllobQc491EXvDPkAhbLBl0zXKUc9N46U4cDm/s400/26042008027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJ-HX17fGrh-IJj1cjhzfXkc-pPR9xrCt5EDZSB_3NDYhAwbYIO14g6UBgNcUVh1cq61-MwyfEjQS60ppj8dwqnrGssO18I2i12BHkt-GhGY_C5he68ohZyZWoVKnIcN4cJk4JB0uVMqH/s1600-h/25042008025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330602799959579218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJ-HX17fGrh-IJj1cjhzfXkc-pPR9xrCt5EDZSB_3NDYhAwbYIO14g6UBgNcUVh1cq61-MwyfEjQS60ppj8dwqnrGssO18I2i12BHkt-GhGY_C5he68ohZyZWoVKnIcN4cJk4JB0uVMqH/s400/25042008025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Today I have been made truly free! University is over. It’s scary, because of the looming question – now what? I look back on my time there with fond memories, particularly the last year when I lived in halls, in Brockley.<br /><br />I lived on the fourth floor and spent a good amount of time on my friend’s windowsill sunning myself while we chatted.<br /><br />We had breakfast at the breakfast place down the road, usually at 4pm nursing a hangover. It’s a lovely little place, that doubled as an art gallery. It was nice to see the pictures change, and talking about them made you feel a little cultured. It has three rooms, we had a favourite, the first one. An out-door seating area where once we sat under pub garden umbrellas even after the heavens had opened up on us, that day we even saw a rat scurrying around the garden.<br /><br />The lamb chop place, that has the huge tropical fish tank that we could stare at for hours, watching the fish with the big lips.<br /><br />The day we got the pet rats. We had two rats, a black one called Jack Daniels and a white one called Kebab Star, one big cage, a giant bag of saw dust, a big exercise wheel, exercise balls and other cage toys, and one big problem – no pets. The usual way to our rooms was through the main building, past the security guard to the lift. To avoid the security guard we went into the next building, lugged all the stuff up the stairs, through that building, through the connecting passageway into our building, in the lift and up to our floor.<br /><br />The day we brought home traffic cones. Everyone at some point has done it – was my reasoning! For some reason the weaker girl, me, got the heaviest one! Making our way past the security guard ‘whispering’ to hide them and to keep quite very loudly.<br /><br />The midnight fridge raid. We did this once! Hitting all four floors, each floor has two kitchens and each kitchen has two fridges! We were buggers for stealing food! But this was a massive haul! Alcohol, salami sausage, dried fish and anything weird and wonderful.<br /><br />This halls had a garden, which is very plush indeed. I loved stretching myself out on the bench reading or sleeping in the sun. One day we went to the local Costcutter grabbed anything and everything and had a huge picnic in the garden. We had little plastic cups in the shape of cocktail glasses. We raced each other, crawling, along the grass.</div><div></div><div>Photos are of (hopefully) joke warnings that were put up in halls, Brockley </div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-36329188116059673862009-04-23T11:55:00.000-07:002009-04-29T03:02:40.865-07:00Thanks! I love lemonade!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcIZ3bNzl0S27IlUWNYZD8Q3o-W8d1CSN4rsytzVo_zdZ7TPqD7JSNXIyZMars1ygHXSuzydoXb9cLG8Ca1YxS3echQZgyv5tIvoIz0Jtjv9xdO8srfdJcHgPycirhHSGxNA9MDE8PAtmY/s1600-h/LemonadeAward.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327962972571810434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcIZ3bNzl0S27IlUWNYZD8Q3o-W8d1CSN4rsytzVo_zdZ7TPqD7JSNXIyZMars1ygHXSuzydoXb9cLG8Ca1YxS3echQZgyv5tIvoIz0Jtjv9xdO8srfdJcHgPycirhHSGxNA9MDE8PAtmY/s400/LemonadeAward.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I would LOVE to say a huge thank you to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Rebecca</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Woodhead</span> for the Lemonade Stand Award. It is given to people with a good attitude or sense of gratitude! It was really sweet of her to think of London Belle:</div><div></div><div></div><div>'I am giving it to London Belle as she has been supportive and she maintains an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">optimistic</span> outlook despite the impossible employment situation in London at the moment of which she paints a vivid picture on her blog'</div><div></div><div></div><div>I try to stay <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">optimistic</span> and its great feedback that the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">optimism</span> shines through. Also my wonderful friends have told me that my blog and writing are good - but they have too! So its nice to see people enjoying the blog.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Rebecca's fantastic blog: <a href="http://frombrain2bookshelf.blogspot.com/">http://frombrain2bookshelf.blogspot.com/</a></div><div></div><div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-70149128302887749942009-04-17T08:20:00.000-07:002009-05-01T04:36:24.820-07:00Fun fair at Finsbury Park<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThLheaFdndjIhyphenhyphenmU5qzb9c7YGbc0fJeJbTj7vvLjKvFPtWytgEpJUfumUGEr3Yrksis-7-wtT195DaixioNdTtkxoK7FcnvjRUtH9Zszp8oB0fIvoCZ9d9xXw4WbxneZnlVlQjzuksoCi/s1600-h/IMG_0157.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325687202365634882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThLheaFdndjIhyphenhyphenmU5qzb9c7YGbc0fJeJbTj7vvLjKvFPtWytgEpJUfumUGEr3Yrksis-7-wtT195DaixioNdTtkxoK7FcnvjRUtH9Zszp8oB0fIvoCZ9d9xXw4WbxneZnlVlQjzuksoCi/s400/IMG_0157.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmqMfuJChTclci1qi3LhrbskF4Xtwzei-sgWrQrTegmbj5vDm1PELXsetLjjGhbVNjObnJuqc1cKANeFJyCoJ3LBLOuZdujbE5MRFGSIPYwymeVOFGAeLdnShijDBrr8Cz8NQPxbmjDOU/s1600-h/IMG_0154.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325687199957125682" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrYJdd9yuxO5uMGf71mZVHap-hh6NR9Na8pe7olvRtVwINoUln8gh8oHOKy4ZZzw5JSKPeil_8bZDE79ZQJg6TpsTMTF-KAhtb9tIWEKs1okJVJdl65xeVIkyPOays462DY8yjsbz04F6/s400/IMG_0123.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdUIGYzZtbfc57hWpEPK_t-_wvwHr_OPtigjn4nuyh_RFq2NujawvxvQZXDYWu1jH5_PV_g8Rfk-B66ajj4p4NxfZDWkTOU8-pEDxULw1Bp7CUFdhasjegA5rREYvilOgdLR-pI3xkNAfx/s1600-h/IMG_0121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320613725583950178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdUIGYzZtbfc57hWpEPK_t-_wvwHr_OPtigjn4nuyh_RFq2NujawvxvQZXDYWu1jH5_PV_g8Rfk-B66ajj4p4NxfZDWkTOU8-pEDxULw1Bp7CUFdhasjegA5rREYvilOgdLR-pI3xkNAfx/s400/IMG_0121.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Taken from Bill Bryson's Notes from a Small Island:<br /><br />'the London underground map. What a piece of perfection it is, created in 1931 by a forgotton hero named Harry Beck, an out-of-work draughtsman who realised that when you are under ground it doesn't matter where you are. Beck saw - and what an intuitive stroke this was - that as long as the stations were presented in in their right sequence with their interchanges clearly delineated, he could freely distort scale, indeed abandon it altogether.'<br /><br />'Here's an amusing trick you can play on people from' outside of London 'take them to Bank Station and and tell them to make their way to Mansion House. Using Beck's map [...] they will gamley take a Central Line train to Liverpool Street, change to a Circle Line train heading east and travel five stops more. When eventually they get to Mansion House they will emerge to find they hace arrived at a point 200 feet further down the same street.'<br /><br />'Now take them to Great Portland Street and tell them to meet you at Regent's Park (that's right, same thing again!), and then to Temple Station with instructions to rendezvous at Aldwych.'</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Pictures of a street performer taken on Oxford Street, near Oxford Circus tube, on a Friday night</div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-2191401624292029092009-03-30T14:46:00.000-07:002009-05-01T04:38:00.292-07:00Naked interview (phone)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10Uq8VzcXVYUNP08w8B_CW-F1RDxXqXo_fv7Qgi35DF602SZF4vDGQoBt4uqQpnBw0UosKx0iIuZJX1mnBWyl5nuPXIk5GHuFqi5eLn_k9AyFfslJEOV0Xd7J8KRGtuDp3mOnFclC67jp/s1600-h/DSC_00006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319104783450697778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10Uq8VzcXVYUNP08w8B_CW-F1RDxXqXo_fv7Qgi35DF602SZF4vDGQoBt4uqQpnBw0UosKx0iIuZJX1mnBWyl5nuPXIk5GHuFqi5eLn_k9AyFfslJEOV0Xd7J8KRGtuDp3mOnFclC67jp/s400/DSC_00006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Life still revolves around the job scene, or lack thereof! The small dentist that I busted a gut to get to never bothered to give me a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">polite</span> thanks but no thanks.<br /><br />The good news is that somebody has decided I'm worth a chance! (I'm trying to cross from retail to admin, with a nearly completed English and History degree, but the path seems to be guarded by hungry wolves). A nice lady emailed me asking to call me for a chat. We agreed on the Monday at 11am. The weekend passed. Monday 11am nothing. Half past nothing. I've started doing jobs around the house putting a load of washing on. 12pm nothing. She had forgot. I went for a shower. Washed my hair, rubbed shower gel on me. Phone goes. 'Are you okay to talk?' I've been jobless for almost a month. 'Yes' was all I could say. I stood there talking about myself and what I consider my self to be good at, naked, wet and covered in shower gel! I have a second interview tomorrow. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Naked</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">interviews</span> rock.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>photo of graffiti, in the staff section, in a shop I used to work for, on Oxford Street</div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-2806133539840608212009-03-26T08:24:00.000-07:002009-05-01T04:39:14.802-07:00Clapton Pond and Hackney<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfU6arC2tMtoQX-__83sjo1JTQczUVHUinD6Ph1EMI9mkR74OFdaVANbbXcjFObbhJBZsNzWo8eXuC3MP1d5H5r3XS_0tDQMwEZLEvdcDhdBcrODGCM7esoyQ0OK1OtiZqfqGMeCZs1A7v/s1600-h/DSC_00102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519420440964162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfU6arC2tMtoQX-__83sjo1JTQczUVHUinD6Ph1EMI9mkR74OFdaVANbbXcjFObbhJBZsNzWo8eXuC3MP1d5H5r3XS_0tDQMwEZLEvdcDhdBcrODGCM7esoyQ0OK1OtiZqfqGMeCZs1A7v/s400/DSC_00102.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIO1H_Xozv8WoqvReZeX2vRLsbLIwSTVb_T8TM4mEPgk6Coj6VIWh45unB8Km6guZddabbJTS6Ppo7mbJAy8vClui1tSefRnhnMl32mHdLu5xB27tCQCRdJPUoWnknrtcIOLteC_RgLWzh/s1600-h/DSC_00101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519422739610850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIO1H_Xozv8WoqvReZeX2vRLsbLIwSTVb_T8TM4mEPgk6Coj6VIWh45unB8Km6guZddabbJTS6Ppo7mbJAy8vClui1tSefRnhnMl32mHdLu5xB27tCQCRdJPUoWnknrtcIOLteC_RgLWzh/s400/DSC_00101.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRYiBz0P7PG6ItCpR2Ea5zb2xmF-DMl1Mj2LveJPG7JdZePx7ZRsw4c_tYdftIB05whSzZqNfVmt96FlRf2O-UQ8VT2BAImzXkHgZlB1fxWw6WBdoyEW2gMGNrU8ZEDBeXMLtUZOTsbcC/s1600-h/DSC_00099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519422792917234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRYiBz0P7PG6ItCpR2Ea5zb2xmF-DMl1Mj2LveJPG7JdZePx7ZRsw4c_tYdftIB05whSzZqNfVmt96FlRf2O-UQ8VT2BAImzXkHgZlB1fxWw6WBdoyEW2gMGNrU8ZEDBeXMLtUZOTsbcC/s400/DSC_00099.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimefly5Xc_g3_5iKaAocQTfP-8ETrL8d_hvBKiKxPlPp2eIQAeoQ_rWa1EuyBaChjwYdXslmh4ygt9sUE9KnuQqFIo7AJSvHty1Clpg3OIKJuAkveWK9nCoNVbYaAFaWWFb6Rcme2lfGwQ/s1600-h/DSC_00096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519411818632530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimefly5Xc_g3_5iKaAocQTfP-8ETrL8d_hvBKiKxPlPp2eIQAeoQ_rWa1EuyBaChjwYdXslmh4ygt9sUE9KnuQqFIo7AJSvHty1Clpg3OIKJuAkveWK9nCoNVbYaAFaWWFb6Rcme2lfGwQ/s400/DSC_00096.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-63488852765728440662009-03-18T12:28:00.000-07:002009-05-01T04:40:09.792-07:00The urban jungle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQd7DAR7kF-ayVmjAhdP2sjMZreflkvqoX-fmwG0fkiyFmdGMS3yKs_oXF14MGk0vY4H4po3xKk7OUej3ktPO0zhD0tMtQRYOYsS-uBynUhNYg_eyCnthPz7p2rgbPGsdDFzMfH23M_A2c/s1600-h/DSC_00094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314633250079412210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQd7DAR7kF-ayVmjAhdP2sjMZreflkvqoX-fmwG0fkiyFmdGMS3yKs_oXF14MGk0vY4H4po3xKk7OUej3ktPO0zhD0tMtQRYOYsS-uBynUhNYg_eyCnthPz7p2rgbPGsdDFzMfH23M_A2c/s400/DSC_00094.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The London job scene is getting more frustrating. On the news today it was reported that people seeking benefits has hits its highest rate. Yesterday a woman's personal story was told how, even though she is experienced that employers haven't even bothered to turn her down and just didn't reply. Apparently Britain might be the last developing country to come out of the recession.<br /><br />Everywhere wants experience, even the jobs that 'meet the national minimum wage', no one wants to train you anymore or to take a chance. Transferable skills seem to be a thing of the past. All the applications on the internet state that they try to get back to people but due to receiving a large volume of responses it might not be possible. My best friend in my home town applied for a job she really wanted and was told that 100 people had applied as well, which is a lot from where I come from. The other day I attended an open session in application for a job there and was told that they had had 300 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CVs</span>. That's how desperate it is now, attending an open session. It was a tiny dentist, invisible without its two signs because it is above a kebab shop. Up a narrow poky staircase to a rabbit warren of turns to find a low <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ceilinged</span> box of a waiting room. Multiple interviews were taking place at the same time, while the surgery was still open (the waiting room a mix of patients and hopeful applicants). I was able to hear at least three interviews and luckily like me they did not have experience of working in a dentists. The interviews were quick and I passed one that was taking place at the top of the entrance stairs. They said the people who attended the open session would have the highest chance of getting the position. There was no more than a handful and an hour in people had stopped turning up. What that means for the 300 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">CVs</span> I'm not sure. But it would be sad to go to that effort only for an experienced girl (there were only women there for the role) that couldn't be bothered to turn up to get the job. How do you get experience if nobody will give it to you?<br /><br />I had a phone interview to sell phones in Harrods and left feeling completely pounced upon. I have nine years of customer service, I speak English, have sold mobiles before and done other retail so felt confident that I could give this interview my best. I read on the website for the phone company, the only advice was to be yourself, and that you can hear a smile over the phone. So I laughed, smiled, was friendly. Even though the interview was closed and difficult. I researched the company, why I wanted to work for them beyond I need a job, phones and even their price plans. It was short and sweet, three questions all on the same line, the latter being 'when was the last time you thought <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">creatively</span> to solve a problem?'</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Photo taken in Leicester Square </div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-30376220071064469632009-03-15T11:24:00.000-07:002009-05-01T04:40:52.721-07:00Finsbury Park<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGcGclWIMUd9BNpGWvwL2HVdRbpK_YVVieDcTCDi2ZUsRTEjf96QZ23ZkuwBCW9cHdLuuiZ6cyrrRaq1EcCFcuGY49CPaWcyKFo1KhyDNzhxcxjat6iVRYsxn7QQ7WzoY_yk5yXMp6C5AM/s1600-h/IMG_0075.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313491288827834546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGcGclWIMUd9BNpGWvwL2HVdRbpK_YVVieDcTCDi2ZUsRTEjf96QZ23ZkuwBCW9cHdLuuiZ6cyrrRaq1EcCFcuGY49CPaWcyKFo1KhyDNzhxcxjat6iVRYsxn7QQ7WzoY_yk5yXMp6C5AM/s400/IMG_0075.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGW-iIda2xAn5mTK9y1SHK_hiXe88BWzqzvrsVEf_mzK0TFllncWwAKx34YNMXYa3WlXvLOQSrKHaa_jE72ZXQgVeRSuBN-f8OkR62edRXM2qSekll6dv5uDXi3F6rwp19fQHcZ-CUrO9/s1600-h/IMG_0079.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313491279621318610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGW-iIda2xAn5mTK9y1SHK_hiXe88BWzqzvrsVEf_mzK0TFllncWwAKx34YNMXYa3WlXvLOQSrKHaa_jE72ZXQgVeRSuBN-f8OkR62edRXM2qSekll6dv5uDXi3F6rwp19fQHcZ-CUrO9/s400/IMG_0079.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1urx5D53ri2UJRWisnie8RsqQyJro_kpWbo_JRlrl4lEKoEOCiHaBYLDLoZg-cpCO6M9MLGJM3nr3VmTU0haqJjk4tvHKOKrAuC96ruKjSGH_wcKl4Ar8v0qYWGe7UpOD2Ibujg3ukWAk/s1600-h/IMG_0074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313491266877571010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1urx5D53ri2UJRWisnie8RsqQyJro_kpWbo_JRlrl4lEKoEOCiHaBYLDLoZg-cpCO6M9MLGJM3nr3VmTU0haqJjk4tvHKOKrAuC96ruKjSGH_wcKl4Ar8v0qYWGe7UpOD2Ibujg3ukWAk/s400/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYyZVDhqG-OdMoYLuda6MrSCieT3E9eYCzCY5dVL0AF3FrYYU3fCVUMd14DW0UQunDI6psp22iKSyZJ4Gk1qTIjpeZCHuaz1l698R-iUpxIcXPnWUTmrmOtxj600t8icXVgOr6zkGgBr_/s1600-h/IMG_0071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313491255784986930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYyZVDhqG-OdMoYLuda6MrSCieT3E9eYCzCY5dVL0AF3FrYYU3fCVUMd14DW0UQunDI6psp22iKSyZJ4Gk1qTIjpeZCHuaz1l698R-iUpxIcXPnWUTmrmOtxj600t8icXVgOr6zkGgBr_/s400/IMG_0071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdu3zfMH7evV5D9VBBZSu7udrWGSEocb4HinybHxucYgO3Bx8UtEqtTulUFqieXo_qnO-asjvPWwSpDsLPVXqEGeDA5VrViTWZau-45vjKoG_XIIMgPuZHW24WUqPPCVGWRWav0RAuO1kB/s1600-h/IMG_0070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313491252741245874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdu3zfMH7evV5D9VBBZSu7udrWGSEocb4HinybHxucYgO3Bx8UtEqtTulUFqieXo_qnO-asjvPWwSpDsLPVXqEGeDA5VrViTWZau-45vjKoG_XIIMgPuZHW24WUqPPCVGWRWav0RAuO1kB/s400/IMG_0070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-37602370573843441522009-02-24T07:18:00.000-08:002009-05-01T04:41:34.342-07:00Telesales trauma<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtY8HhmIlK2nvramyZ6jL2oVtFlT22k42U2LfsF2S14J7WYrvGLLdAqR_Ffvqf8HafEfSjn9ehmmKibsC2H_qcL6XSFOehEZexfEtQxiLFLbuAu72OgFmGLDUZDOD_1j7BE2Cjsdaa05S1/s1600-h/DSC_00089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314632716750466658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtY8HhmIlK2nvramyZ6jL2oVtFlT22k42U2LfsF2S14J7WYrvGLLdAqR_Ffvqf8HafEfSjn9ehmmKibsC2H_qcL6XSFOehEZexfEtQxiLFLbuAu72OgFmGLDUZDOD_1j7BE2Cjsdaa05S1/s400/DSC_00089.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Telesales was the victor - I the loser. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">slinked</span> away tail between my legs. T<span style="color:#000000;">he second job I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ve</span> walked out on in three months. Before telesales there was retail on Oxford Street but earning £5.95 an hour (no uniform <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">allowance</span> either) was to hard to live on. Counting pennies and a constant knot in the stomach from financial worries was too much. Telesales had its own battles. Fake orange office light, everyone talking about their sales figure for the day - in most cases this replaces hello, </span><span style="color:#000000;">constant calling, rude people, phone slams, saying the same thing over and over all day. In two months I have had two potential customers <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">asked if</span> I was calling from a pub because of the office chatter. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It’s my second day of unemployment and my i<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nternet</span>, my main job searching tool does not want to connect! I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ve</span> tried everything. The network coverage in my house is terrible, one conversation is usually conducted through ten phone calls. My last resort is to wait...</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;">I had a bad experience of a call centre myself today! My mobile company, 3, called me at the end of my lunch break saying I was a valued customer and I would get this, this and this. I decided to go ahead with it, as she said it would take two minutes. Fifteen minutes after my break had ended, I was still on the phone. To be honest I was trying to be nice because of my call centre experience, and I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">couldn</span>’t afford a good mob after my old was stolen (my bag stolen in a central London pub) and here they were offering me a new pink one. At the end she started talking about my card details and I just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">didn</span>’t have time, she backed me into a corner insisting she would call me back after work to complete the sale. She <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">didn</span>’t so I presumed she had given up, I was relieved as I had decided against it, more money out each month and tied to the network for longer. It was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">forgotten</span> over the weekend. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">On Monday I was furious to find a pink phone. She had processed the order against my will. And for the credit check she said I needed, accessed my debit card again without my will and without my knowledge. When I phoned them, they asked me why I was cancelling, when I told them, she starting telling me what a great deal it was. SHE WAS TRYING TO SELL ME THE PHONE I DIDN'T WANT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! </span><br /><br />image: Frozen fountain, Trafalgar Square, before the heavy snow fall that stopped London if only for a day</div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496190245729148247.post-41415732391154298402009-02-16T14:06:00.000-08:002009-05-01T04:42:32.210-07:00London - a taste, its yummy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVrXBipLF0cYax7t9IU9R7lwlKFjk5I4QRCwmxLsKpQ-QtuKaHaTY4GWqYJldVSGio3dVGb2wyiM8qvfg7DmFUodjCWnYTx1N1Gd6EFWULnUarAO7Hv5v7w1VQoBuCuqJCt72Cmo4Xmx_/s1600-h/n684721141_1823584_2423.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314626926809084658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVrXBipLF0cYax7t9IU9R7lwlKFjk5I4QRCwmxLsKpQ-QtuKaHaTY4GWqYJldVSGio3dVGb2wyiM8qvfg7DmFUodjCWnYTx1N1Gd6EFWULnUarAO7Hv5v7w1VQoBuCuqJCt72Cmo4Xmx_/s400/n684721141_1823584_2423.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wZ57uOnXs1JvufQQHNtzGV92aJ-a-q7y2MJHJ44dTCjvnzjOwdR2JIfvMk7KgHyWuWIsWo-pb0W9k5yKJ40a0SRwmHv1L1Bev1Z9bGMjzeDEvVhknw2EGFYI97eV1JiWncvHlGUow_KQ/s1600-h/n684721141_1823583_7495.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314626921413275826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wZ57uOnXs1JvufQQHNtzGV92aJ-a-q7y2MJHJ44dTCjvnzjOwdR2JIfvMk7KgHyWuWIsWo-pb0W9k5yKJ40a0SRwmHv1L1Bev1Z9bGMjzeDEvVhknw2EGFYI97eV1JiWncvHlGUow_KQ/s400/n684721141_1823583_7495.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">Just after valentines day and in love...with my city. Today at a bus stop an elderly Chinese woman had around four or five plastic bags on the floor and she was desperately trying to organise them, beside her was one of those personal shopping trolleys that everyone seems to have these days. I had nothing else to do so I watched her for a bit, fretting and tending her carrier bags. Until the contents dawned on me. They all had broccoli in them. Nothing but broccoli. Even her trolley was packed to the top with broccoli. No bags of broccoli. Just broccoli. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">Everyone is here in London. In halls last year I lived with a Russian girl, a Jewish girl from New York, a Cypriot male, a Mexican actress, an Irish lad and an Irish girl, a girl from Hong Kong, and a Belgium girl. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">My first flat (which was above a shop in New Cross Gate, that had no double glazing nor central heating, and towards the end a hot tap that only gave out cold) was with a half Nigerian German girl. And now in my new room (in a large shared house in Hackney) the last of the original Korean group has left. Crazy Dancer from Mauritius has sadly gone too. The Turkish, Italian and the Argentine have been joined by an Eastern European man. The diversity of my house is really the only thing that gives it charm. Right now the toilet light bulb needs replacing, and has done for days, its either go in the dark or leave yourself to be exposed in house of six bedrooms, with only two of those rooms (mine included) having a single occupant. To add to this you have to gas yourself before the hobs on the stove turn on, and actually put your head inside the oven to light it manually, a mountain of rubbish bags on one side of the path and on the lawn the rotting corpse of a couch. I have also just been made the only female now the Korean and Bangladeshi girls have gone to be replaced by a French man and his friend a French speaking African male. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">The weather has variety, not long ago the fountains in Trafalgar Square froze and then the snow, that stopped London if only for a day, came and now its sunny with a taste of spring in the air. And if I had money I would love to join a gym that classes include: boob aerobics, chav fighting, bitch boxing, saints and spinners and stiletto workout. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">The images were captured on one night. The guy dressed as batman was a busker, taken near Waterloo Station. Pink Panther and friend was taken near Gordon's Wine Bar (Westminster)London's oldest wine bar and family-run underground tavern. Home to Samuel Pepys in the 1680s.</span></div></div>London Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711669606711732979noreply@blogger.com0