Dear Mickey,
I won't pretend to not be more than a little concerned that I haven't yet received your reply. I am going to assume this is simply down to being really busy with your new flat mate and not...well, let's just leave it at that.
London is having unseasonable Sunshine, which has bought out smiles and bare legs. And the occasional bare chest. Mostly, I have just been struck by how many tattooed people there are here. I like it Mickey.
I also like being able to wear whatever I like. Literally, anything. I did have one encounter with a slimy man at the weekend. I took one look at his clothes and thought 'French' and then he spoke, in French, whilst doing that impenetrable stare they so favour as a seduction tactic. I swallowed down my comments and tried my best to remember that I am from a country that likes Multi culturism. A country that is currently embarrassing itself in New Zealand with bad rugby and bad behaviour. Oh Mickey, why did Rugby have to go and get all Football on me? And when will England lose it's love affair with the badge of honour that is drinking too much in public? In Victorian times problems were played out behind closed doors and servants made your bed in the morning. Back when Britain was Great. Now Britain is drunk and humping strangers whilst married to someone else. We've lost all sense of romanticism, decorum and mystery. Even the Royal family cannot escape our cultural of self humiliating behaviour. Yuk. Let's start a colony somewhere else. I'll let you bring your favourite five babies and one mate. I'm taking Zac Efron and Ryan Gosling.
Write back soon...
Your loving (ex) roommate,
Hannah
London is having unseasonable Sunshine, which has bought out smiles and bare legs. And the occasional bare chest. Mostly, I have just been struck by how many tattooed people there are here. I like it Mickey.
I also like being able to wear whatever I like. Literally, anything. I did have one encounter with a slimy man at the weekend. I took one look at his clothes and thought 'French' and then he spoke, in French, whilst doing that impenetrable stare they so favour as a seduction tactic. I swallowed down my comments and tried my best to remember that I am from a country that likes Multi culturism. A country that is currently embarrassing itself in New Zealand with bad rugby and bad behaviour. Oh Mickey, why did Rugby have to go and get all Football on me? And when will England lose it's love affair with the badge of honour that is drinking too much in public? In Victorian times problems were played out behind closed doors and servants made your bed in the morning. Back when Britain was Great. Now Britain is drunk and humping strangers whilst married to someone else. We've lost all sense of romanticism, decorum and mystery. Even the Royal family cannot escape our cultural of self humiliating behaviour. Yuk. Let's start a colony somewhere else. I'll let you bring your favourite five babies and one mate. I'm taking Zac Efron and Ryan Gosling.
Write back soon...
Your loving (ex) roommate,
Hannah
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