Adventures In Higher Education: UK

My tales from Harlow, England and wherever else life takes me between September and December 2006. Just an Ontarian going to England with some Newfies on a Newfie campus through a Nova Scotian University....the usual.

Saturday, September 09, 2006


So, this is a little backwards, but we went to London on the first Friday of the first of our 4-day weekends. We went around noonish, took the train in, and went about on the tubes until we found the cool downtown bits of London. The plan was to see a show, and my roommate Donnamarie (see below) wanted to see a show called "Avenue Q". Please google it if you can. It was amazing. It is, as she put it, "a combination of Rent and the Muppets...except no one has AIDS." This was really true, but it was also so much better than that...the show was definitely some guy from the sesame street generation trying to understand the grown-up world. This was featured in such songs as "Everyone's a little bit racist." and "The internet is for porn." This was probably the most entertaining show I've ever gone to see, and I recommend it to everyone, if they get the chance to see it. It cost us 20 pounds, which I paid for mostly with Lee's Bag-o-change, as it's affectionately come to be known. This was the student rate, and we got seats in the 8th row centre. Ridiculous.

Anyway, that picture is of the statue of Eros in Picadilly Circus. It was the nicest one. So....yeah.

Okay, so this is my bedroom, which I share with one Donnamarie Khalili. I fully plan on doing a spotlight of her in the near future, so stay tuned. Anyway, we got a large room which was SO worth it, because, as Marc says, "I think of jon and I both rolled over at night we'd probably be holding hands." We have a giant desk too, so that's nice.


This is the "walk/don't walk" sign. Notice that it's at about elbow level, and right in front of your face. Just a random thing that I have a picture of.


And here is my roommate, DMK, and I, in a restaraunt in London town. It was a nice little Italian place, which was hilarious. The British food in Old Harlow really does suck as much as everyone says. I thought I liked eating junk until I came here. No, I am quite healthy. I ordered a baked potato the other day and It was basically a potato skin filled with butter. But anyway, our res food is awesome, and the grocery store is quite nice, so we can eat some not-half-bad food.


In other random news, as we all know, I love the accents, and I have been studying them in my spare time (haha) since I was born, basically. However, out here, in the natural habitat, I have NO EFFING CLUE what anyone is saying. It's like another language. And if you're expecting me to come home with a British accent, you're in for a disappointment. 90% of the day I hang around people with strong Newfie accents. The british doesn't stand a chance.

Anyway, more later....
Nat-upon-Harlow.

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