Running (around) in London
Hello All,
Time is really flying by here in London as we approach the halfway mark in the term. As I mentioned before, the term system here essentially means that while this term is comprised of classwork, the next will be reserved exclusively for exams and assessments. Reading week, during which period there is no class, begins tomorrow and as I have an essay due on tuesday, it will be nice to curl up in the library and basically ignore the outside world for a little while (its raining and insidiously chilly here anyway).
I myself am keeping myself busy by training for a marathon in April (Que. eye role and immediate boredom on your part… I don’t blame you, I once read about a study that demonstrated that more than any other subjects friends hate hearing about other friends exercise schedules) and i only mention it because my weekend route takes me past some of London’s most memorable sites. Its essentially a long route along the thames that takes me past cleopatras needle, westminster, parliament, vauxhall bridge (mi6 headquarters and the setting of that scene in Skyfall) the London eye, Tower Bridge the Tower of London, all those wierd shaped building in the financial district and a lot of pidgin poop (one might even say a crapload… eye role #2.). Its a great way to see the sights and I’ve been enjoying getting out and doing it each weekend.
Other than that, Bourough market and other delicious sources of food have furnished my kitchen with an obscene amount of smelly and delicious cheeses. I have gradually incorporated each into my breakfast, creating first toast cooked with olive oil, then adding stilton and sharp cheddar, incorporating an egg and then removing the egg, indadvertedly resulting in just a damn good grilled cheese sandwich. I haven’t experienced cheeses like this since I studied in France and Im loving every delicious minute of it. Im sure you realize by now that running is really just a necessary result of gorging on english food. if I didn’t do the former, the latter would send me into a delicious coma I think. That and the drinks-that-count-as-a-meal like guinness and Old Engine Oil ale (It’s really called that, I swear). Very tasty!
Anyway Cheers!
Ben
