Conversations with strangers
I'm still fairly bored. Halls is near empty. Still have two assignments to do. Yesterday I went on a nice long walk up the Harrow hill which was pretty pleasant.
There is a really ritzy school up there (The Harrow School) which is one of the poshest/most well known/biggest bastions of elitism in the UK. The buildings were very impressive.
Today I went in to the city and had a gander at the National Portrait Gallery which was good, and just generally walked around.
Except on the way back... I don't know if you recall a story about a weird guy who was chatting me up in a way I found quite freaky on the Bakerloo line back in January... well, guess who I ran in to... I always always always end up running in to freaky people more than once. Oh well. He kept on asking for my number again and again but there was no way I was giving it. Why can't someone sit next to me on the tube, strike up an interesting conversation that reveals their moderate left political views as well as their love of Indie cheese music, and then ask for my number? No, it always has to be people who are wayyyyyyy too intense too fast and usually older than me by several years. Oh well.
But it reminded me of a funny story about another conversation I had with a stranger in Brighton the other day. It started out friendly enough, cos she wondered where my accent was from... but it only took a few minutes before she was trying to convince me that I could make a fortune from becoming a home nutrition consultant.
Two things were hilarious about that. The first being, who would take nutrition advice from me hahaha I'm not exactly fit. The second thing was that her kids were eating McDonalds.
Anyway, she gave me brochures and I was like "Lovely to meet you, I'll read them on the train...". But why can't people just genuinely want to have a banter with you these days? They always want to sell you something. Or want something out of you in some way, shape or form.
On another note, my poor lips are so chapped. The London winter has really taken it's toll despite concientious application of lip gloss. I bought some expensive lip butter stuff from the Body Shop today and hopefully that will help, but nothing seems to be making them feel better at the moment, and I have tried several different brands of stuff :( Hopefully the Body Shop will pull through, their stuff usually works pretty well for me. Mmm papaya scented. It was a tough call between Papaya and Coconut. I have Passionfruit body butter, and I had Mango shower gel, so that's why I ruled those two out. Coconut is so summery though as well... oh well I have to live with my Papaya decision now.
There is a really ritzy school up there (The Harrow School) which is one of the poshest/most well known/biggest bastions of elitism in the UK. The buildings were very impressive.
Today I went in to the city and had a gander at the National Portrait Gallery which was good, and just generally walked around.
Except on the way back... I don't know if you recall a story about a weird guy who was chatting me up in a way I found quite freaky on the Bakerloo line back in January... well, guess who I ran in to... I always always always end up running in to freaky people more than once. Oh well. He kept on asking for my number again and again but there was no way I was giving it. Why can't someone sit next to me on the tube, strike up an interesting conversation that reveals their moderate left political views as well as their love of Indie cheese music, and then ask for my number? No, it always has to be people who are wayyyyyyy too intense too fast and usually older than me by several years. Oh well.
But it reminded me of a funny story about another conversation I had with a stranger in Brighton the other day. It started out friendly enough, cos she wondered where my accent was from... but it only took a few minutes before she was trying to convince me that I could make a fortune from becoming a home nutrition consultant.
Two things were hilarious about that. The first being, who would take nutrition advice from me hahaha I'm not exactly fit. The second thing was that her kids were eating McDonalds.
Anyway, she gave me brochures and I was like "Lovely to meet you, I'll read them on the train...". But why can't people just genuinely want to have a banter with you these days? They always want to sell you something. Or want something out of you in some way, shape or form.
On another note, my poor lips are so chapped. The London winter has really taken it's toll despite concientious application of lip gloss. I bought some expensive lip butter stuff from the Body Shop today and hopefully that will help, but nothing seems to be making them feel better at the moment, and I have tried several different brands of stuff :( Hopefully the Body Shop will pull through, their stuff usually works pretty well for me. Mmm papaya scented. It was a tough call between Papaya and Coconut. I have Passionfruit body butter, and I had Mango shower gel, so that's why I ruled those two out. Coconut is so summery though as well... oh well I have to live with my Papaya decision now.
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