Pure Afternoon.
Are you feeling sick?
I am feeling sick.
I've made Alex' perfect chip, stupid as I am I've made some weird wannabe-vinegar dip- disgusting. It's definitely Nausea Sauce to me.

I've seen Alex in London by the way. TV that is. It was pretty hard to convince myself that TV isn't the best thing in the world. I eventually managed to leave the hotel room. Drooling, in the hope I'd catch a glimpse of him in real. Unfortunately I wasn't that lucky.

London is beautiful. You can't get lost there. Everything is illuminated, all is golden there at night. Soho is great. It's a bit hard to get anywhere if you don't know anybody there, but even walking down the streets makes you feel a bit like a potential celebrity, or at least you feel like there's somebody famous behind every corner just waiting for you to recognice them.
All in all I have to say it was a huge dissapointment. But that's my own fault. I kinda lack the abilty of making strangers not-strangers. I was probably expecting too much of it too.
I can't help it I love London. It's so full of weird people, weird and famous people and the mixed version.
From an aeroplane it's just a sparkling golden thing. I was close to tears when the plane was taking off, because it was so beautiful.
I'm just saving my money now so I probably might be able to go to college there. That would be so .... I don't know.
London really suits me well.