Cockfosters.

London has some real good place names but Cockfosters is probably my favourite. It's totally a name I would have taken any opportunity to say when I was about 10, because it's like you're swearing but you're allowed because it's a real place, you know? I'm all about getting around rules. Like how I used to listen to Alanis Morrisette real loud at home mostly because I could get away with shouting 'Chickenshit and "Are you thinking of me when you FUCK her" and not get in trouble because I was just singing along with the song. Pretty sneaky.

One time my mum put soap in my mouth just for poking out my tongue so imagine what she would have done for swearing.

Also, why was I listening to such suggestive lyrics at the age of 10???

ANYWAY. I'm in London now! This is the first blog post actually from London!

The last not even week is just kind of a blur of super long plane rides, horrible sickness, giant backpack carrying and sleep. Plus a bit of first day at a new job/meeting people and not remembering their names thrown in.
Right now I am staying at my cousins in Angel/Islington (Just like Monopoly!) and sharing her room/feeling like I'm invading her space.

Yesterday I skyped these lovely ladies:

And then watched while they read Gabs EXCELLENT NZNTM Blog:

Which obviously required much concentration.

I'm pretty bummed not to be at home/sleeping on the couch at Wilson Street, eating Nacho Cheese Doritos and watching the Home and Away Omnibus but I guess it will get better once I have my own space and no longer wake up at 4am every morning.