Because me and Stephanie are both late we arrived fifteen minutes late at the same time. The tube station was crowded but we kept in touch via text in the little windows of signal on the tube; send failed, re-end, sent.
We walked through the staion at the wrong side and ended up walking around in a little circle, a man said 'gorgeous' but he was a gnome. He stopped. We smoked.
A lovely meal in an Italian place that I can't remember the name of ... gnocci; yum. She is pretty and we talk about pretty things, in a pretty place.... perfect.
Maybe the V&A will be closed? but we make it on time; a labyrinth of painted faces, patty eating dogs and beautiful dresses ... there are also amazing columns and crypts that are too big to have descriptons... and there was, in between the vintage dresses, a pink velour track suit (?) yes, I know, I don't get it either. Ah well ... I bet it felt more out of place than I thought it was.
A sign ---- to the theatre section! via the jewels ... a necklace made of shiney grapes? a cameo of a men peeing? ... but also tiaras and crowns made of fairy stones and amber coral.
We found the theatre! we are at the ballet! and then the man tells us we must leave... they're closing. Why did it take so long to find and yet we found our way back to the real world in ten seconds?
Too late to buy some stones from the Natural History Museum ... next time, and from the 1st May (I think) will be a butterfly house which we simply must attend ... to dance amongst the flutters.
The cinema is not showing Coroline yet, so we find a place to have some coffee... theres a pretty place that is the colour of whipped cream inside, but it is full; only three tables ... we know we belong in there .. uf.
We end up in an occult book shop. There are fairy books and photos of unicorns, but inside is darker. There's an event. We will have to go back, to buy a special book *
Jacket potato.
I walk past the cast of Lion King on the way to the cash machine which was surreal.
A drink, cig rolling game and talking ... then we are lost.
Charing x.
One up, one down...
Wish we could have gone back to the fairy tea shop; I think there were bunnies under the table....
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Pic from monjojo.etsy.com
We walked through the staion at the wrong side and ended up walking around in a little circle, a man said 'gorgeous' but he was a gnome. He stopped. We smoked.
A lovely meal in an Italian place that I can't remember the name of ... gnocci; yum. She is pretty and we talk about pretty things, in a pretty place.... perfect.
Maybe the V&A will be closed? but we make it on time; a labyrinth of painted faces, patty eating dogs and beautiful dresses ... there are also amazing columns and crypts that are too big to have descriptons... and there was, in between the vintage dresses, a pink velour track suit (?) yes, I know, I don't get it either. Ah well ... I bet it felt more out of place than I thought it was.
A sign ---- to the theatre section! via the jewels ... a necklace made of shiney grapes? a cameo of a men peeing? ... but also tiaras and crowns made of fairy stones and amber coral.
We found the theatre! we are at the ballet! and then the man tells us we must leave... they're closing. Why did it take so long to find and yet we found our way back to the real world in ten seconds?
Too late to buy some stones from the Natural History Museum ... next time, and from the 1st May (I think) will be a butterfly house which we simply must attend ... to dance amongst the flutters.
The cinema is not showing Coroline yet, so we find a place to have some coffee... theres a pretty place that is the colour of whipped cream inside, but it is full; only three tables ... we know we belong in there .. uf.
We end up in an occult book shop. There are fairy books and photos of unicorns, but inside is darker. There's an event. We will have to go back, to buy a special book *
Jacket potato.
I walk past the cast of Lion King on the way to the cash machine which was surreal.
A drink, cig rolling game and talking ... then we are lost.
Charing x.
One up, one down...
Wish we could have gone back to the fairy tea shop; I think there were bunnies under the table....
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Pic from monjojo.etsy.com
