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Westminster Abbey

Today is a bank holiday. The whole country takes a day off work for no particular reason – to celebrate banks? To enjoy a three-day weekend? Not sure. But everyone in Oxford Street was sure taking advantage of the sunny day to shop, shop, shop! We took some stuff back and then headed off to Westminster Abbey in a long-awaited touristy day.

 

We caught a bus from Oxford Circus and walked a little way past some uniformed-people on horses:

 

Just past this was the very famous Downing Street (where the Prime Minister lives):

 

 

And some very interesting War Memorials:

 

And then just around the corner…

Millions of people! And a whole lot of famous sights too. Like last weekend, the lines to Westminster were down so we took a bus. That didn't deter all the other tourists though!

 

And then the Main Attraction:

 

And, us, posing:

 

We weren't allowed to take photographs inside the Abbey, but we could take photos inside the Cloisters.

 

This passageway was called the "Coffee Club", and had a mini gift store.

 

This archway leads to the Chapter Room, an early Medieval room lined with beautiful handpainted murals of the apocolypse. The floor is also tiled with intricately-crafted tiles which are patterned through a double-clay glazing process. I've tried to rotate this image twice, and in my "Photos" tab it is correctly aligned…. no clue. So it is sideways. Hm.

 

After walking around the Cloisters you get to head back into the Poets' Corner (my main attraction!).

As far as I can tell, a lot of the stained windows were destroyed during the wars, so much of it was reclaimed and restored in windows like these. You can see bits and pieces of other stained window designs incorporated into this one.

Here's the scan of our map! It's not quite what I expected. All of the tombs and statues are out in the open for everyone to see, at ground level. I realise that there is quite an extensive section underground that is not accessible to the public, but we only got to see the bits above ground. It was absolutely fascinating, and so strange to be so involved in the here and now, but also the past in only one moment.

 

On the way out I bought some postcards, so I'll share them here with you.

 

 

This is the Cosmati Pavement which is a beautiful, intricate medieval mosaic leftover from the 13th century. Jeremy Irons guided us through the entire Abbey Audio Guide Tour (he's a fantastic narrator! Although I couldn't help but think of Scar from the Lion King. Hm). Anyway, he (& the Abbot) said that this is the most precious thing in the church.

 

This is the stone vaulted ceiling in Henry VII's chapel. It's very beautiful, and you can see all the intricacies when youre standing underneath. (Also, there's a book on display illustrating the names of various important people including Thabo Mbeki).

 

 

This is the ceiling of the Chapter House I mentioned earlier. It's magnificent!

 

This is the quire inside the Abbey. Everything is gilded and decorated to really make you stop in your tracks when you see it all at once!

 

This is the tomb effigy of Queen Elizabeth 1. I've just finished reading a few books about her – it's amazing to see her "in person" as it were. Her effigy is made from her death mask, and is said to be the most accurate likeness. It's quite interesting to consider that she is buried here above her sister Mary, whom was only recognised later in effigy by her son (her effigy resides in a different room).

 

Here is Shakespeare (not buried here). I always imagined him to be rather fatter. Not sure why. He points to a speech from the Tempest. I couldn't help but think of those books I read a little while ago – The Shakspeare Secret and The Shakespeare Curse. They reference this statue extensively.

 

And finally, the scene I was waiting for forever! This is "The Poets' Corner". That's Shakespeare on the right. On the far left, in the dark corner is Chaucer.

 

Yes, Chaucer.

 

:) 

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Golfing and Whatnots

G is very industrious. Instead of paying to have his clubs regripped, he decided to do it himself. He watched a few videos on youtube, ordered some new grips from eBay, and next thing you know … our lounge became a regripping studio overnight. 
I won't show you the in-between messy bits, but, suffice to say, there was a lot of grunting, complaining, excess tape and clever-use-of-couch-in-the-absence-of-a-vice-grip-ness! I was quite impressed, actually. Although, I do have license to tease him non-stop because he chose white golf grips (pictured above). 
That was yesterday. In fact, we had planned to go to Westminster Abbey, but luck was on G's side because all lines leading to Westminster were down for planned closures: 
Most people would not suffer defeat; they'd get on a bus from Central London and travel for hours on windy-routes. But I wasn't up for it. So instead of Westminster, we headed to Oxford Street for a bit of a ramble. And then we pizza-d and Movie-d. And today, we headed to City Limits, the driving range smack-bang in the middle of the city. 
I liked the pointing-hand signs and the over-green astro-turf which was layered across the driving range. This driving range is surrounded by tall buildings … can't imagine working next to a place like this! I'd be terrified that a stray ball would hit my high-rise window!
This is something that is entirely new to me. These driving ranges all have Ball Dispensers – you enter a code, insert a card or pop in a token, and the machine counts the number of balls you've paid for and dispenses them below. NOTE: It's up to you to make sure that you put a bucket underneath the dispenser. It should say that somewhere. 
I quite like this picture. No other comments. 
He asked me to film his golf swing for later analysis. I'm sure you don't want to see all of those. So here is one image – you get the gist. He thought he was very funny playing pinball with the other balls lined up along the back wall. Actually, I think he likes to show off his golf swing whenever we go out to places like these…he can always hit it further and more accurately than his driving-range counterparts. Aaaaanway.It just so happens that the driving range is really quite close to Spitalfields market, so I went a-walking. 
I bought this postcard for Sarah as a birthday card. I thought she'd enjoy the humour. 
I bought this postcard because I thought it was hilarious. G warned against putting it up here, but that's why this is my online journal: so if you don't like it, don't laugh at it. 😀
I also bought a pretty tea-stained canvas brooch. I really like this shop – Naughty Rutty. They have a stall in Spitalfields and they make humorous and simple accessories using esteemed portraits of persons such as Mary Queen of Scots or King Henry VIII. This particular design appealed to my inner-Disney-Princess:
Ho-hum. See the resemblance? 
This is a close-up of a scarf I bought for Robyn … tiny crocheted roses hanging from a cream-and-pale-yellow lace ensemble. 
And this is a close-up of Mom's scarf. It's light grey lace with matching pom-poms. 

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Millions

I bought some new body jewellery through the magical internets this week. I just thought I'd show you how bright and shiny they are – – it makes a big change from the dark matter I usually tend to choose!

Okay, so there is one black one but they all came in a pack together so I can't be held responsible! I chose to wear the purpley one now, but who knows, I might be bold and go luminous green. Or white. Baby steps.
I particularly like the spiral one on the far left … although I received a 14-gauge bar which looks a bit daft in my 16-gauge belly-ring hole. I shall have to find another use for it. 
Ooooh colours. I may have been over-excited by the arrival of a parcel through the letter-box! ho-hum. 

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Hair cuts and Golf days

Working for an e-commerce company in London has it's perks. Free haircuts, for example, at one of London's top hair salons. 

So this morning, Sarah and I headed out to beautiful and bustling Covent Garden to Compton Hair where we had booked ourselves in for our haircuts. 
We were a little bit early so we sipped on frothy coffee (yum) and looked at hair magazines. This is Sarah trying to choose a new look. 
The "before" picture. I completely forgot to take one of myself! Soon after this picture, two of the hairdressers came to fetch us and we went our separate ways. Kalin, my hairdresser, is exceptional (and Bulgarian). I'd highly, highly recommend this to anyone in London: visit Compton and take advantage of Kalin's artistry (at the risk of sounding utterly absurd and girly). He really was very good though. The last hairdresser I went to in London was awful – he chopped off all my layers and told me that I needed to sort my hair out. Bleh. Kalin told me I had lovely hair, but he needed to make it look beautiful. 😀
I finished before Sarah, so I hopped along to her station where she was being thoroughly entertained by her hairdresser, Manuel (who is Spanish and rather cheeky): 
Chop, chop, chop! I got the fright of my life when I saw how much hair Kalin was chopping off (about 10cm off the length, and even more in some places!) but poor Sarah had to lose a lot more!
The end results were worth it though!
This is a self-portrait of our hair cuts after we left Compton. I should have taken a before image of mine — you can imagine it though: very long, very straight, very flat and very boring!
We stopped off at the bead shop on the way to the station and Sarah couldn't resist the charms of some very pretty, shiny earrings.
I took this photo a little bit later while we were on our way to fetch G's new golf clubs… just to show off my new haircut! Next time I'll choose a better pose 🙂 Not the best light. Hm. 
G bought some golf clubs from golfbidder.co.uk and we had to drive half way across London to pick them up. Thank goodness for Nuvi, the sat nav! 
We suddenly found ourselves driving over Tower Bridge so I had to quickly get the camera out. 
Driving over Tower Bridge, in the rain, opposite a London Cab! How novel.
And, true to English weather, there were some sudden downpours. 
But we made it! Here's G's golf clubs in his brand new golf bag at the driving range in New Malden. 
Thank goodness it was undercover! Here he is having a good stretch before trying to hit record yardage. 
… and trying out all his new irons. I took the opportunity to catch up on some reading… I am currently reading Stephen Fry's first novel, The Liar. An aside: the darker stretch of green running alongside the cubicle housed an automatic tee that would lift up a ball for you after each time you hit it. The ultimate lazy golfer accessory! 
And, finally, on the way back we got stuck in some very heavy traffic so Nuvi took us on a detour past the Houses of Parliament along the Thames! Good for sightseeing, methinks. 

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Books I’ve been reading: Labyrinth, all 700 pages of it

I finished this book last night. It was time – – it was really weighing my bag down with its millions and millions of pages. My overall impression: I felt like an intruder; like this was Mosse's labour of love, and it was not deemed as a night-time-novel or train-read. 
It's a twinned story, as much as the main character's home is twinned with her location, so is her life twinned with another's, 800 years earlier. It follows the double character and her involvement in a secret and ancient rite of the Grail, her lover, husband, family and friends, and how they interact through the passage of time.
The written words are not those of a book, but those of a life – a lyric of a very long, complicated and labyrinth song. Aptly named, the text takes a very long and roundabout route through a story that is at times very long. Mosse doesn't leave much to the imagination – she describes scenes in minute details from the scents in the air to the stains of over-ripe figs that mark a home. It is less of an historic account than a novel set in an historical moment and over-embellished with imagined details. 
Graphic and illustrative, she tends to enjoy the violence and bloodlust of the 1200s with an uncanny zeal – a scene with a speared puppy leaves a graphic imprint on my mind – and alludes to a number of other unpleasantries which lend it an annoying but honest impression. At times I found myself skipping paragraphs ahead because I didn't care about the way the herbs smelled, or the inner-most thoughts of an inconsequential character. I often accused my students of under-developing their arguments; Mosse has the opposite effect – – she delves with delight into every character's thoughts, ambitions, histories and imaginings. She creates a complete world. 
I think the reason her novel is so greatly over-inflated is because it's a 6-year project: http://www.mosselabyrinth.co.uk/. She has a PhD, she's exceptionally well-know, exceptionally talented and very influential in literary circles, it seems. It's fascinating. 
Read it, it's worth it. Besides, there's an illustrated Labyrinth Guide at the back of the book. Be prepared for annoying romance and knights in armour when you want mystery, puzzles and sleuthing. Be prepared for lengthy passages on sights, smells and senses; it's okay to skip a few paragraphs here and there if you like to fill in the blanks yourself. I think I'd like to give her short stories a go before writing her off in my own mental library, but, I doubt I'll be delving into her second novel any time soon. Part of my personal enjoyment of reading comes from my ability to create mental pictures for myself, to fill in the missing details and to add embellishments where I choose. Maybe this makes me a bad reader? To each his own. 
[edit to add: I wasn't expecting a Dan Brown, despite the caption on the front. They can't be compared, Mosse exceeds him in every which way. I just expected a little less femininity and a bit more realism. Maybe that does make me a bad reader. Hmm. Food for thought.]

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Oh noes! Sick of being sick

I've been ill. I've been so ill, in fact, that, for the first time in years, I took sick leave. I've been feeling rather sorry for myself – – especially considering that I had to work this weekend because we have a massive marketing drive and we needed all the extra hands we could get. Grumble grumble. But today, I've had enough. Today, we are going to be positive. We needed a market. Nothing cures the blues like a good market meander. 

We started off returning some shopping at a nearby shopping mall, and G craved Burger King so we had a quick stopover. We don't get BK in SA – – it looks like McDonald's, but the burgers taste like Steers burgers. Junk food!
This never ceases to amaze me. Pictured above is FANTA ORANGE. Yes. It looks like carbonated Oros. 
We ended up at the Old Spitalfields Market at Liverpool Street. It's a lovely market, full of things you don't need. Rings, scarves, dresses, useless jewellery, pretty trinkets, magic tricks…
Some ladies playing with the bunny statues outside. 
And a bus spa on the go! The last time we were here it was a bus restaurant, and before that, a bus shop. 
It's a very arty market, I like it. Look at those lovely archway decorations! I have no idea what the proper name for them is, but they're nice to look at all the same. Just below this is a mobile art gallery with loads of very beautiful london-themed art. Mmm.
I keep walking past this shop, and today, we went in. 
A chocolate tower that looks like a Croquembosche tower! yumma!
And jars of chunky chocolate. 
And packets of fudge… We walked out with a bag of white chocolate buttons and a slab of Wicked Chocolate – – Venezuelan milk chocolate with hazelnuts. Mm. They also had interesting combinations like chilli, ginger and white chocolate or dark chocolate with orange and lime zest. 
G found a stall that sold slices of real Italian pizza. The pizza here is … not exceptional. For those of you at home, pizza here is like Scooters Pizza, when all you want is a Barruso's pizza!
Trust G to be the only guy n the marketing staring at the car rather than at the draped mannequin! After I took this photo, about four hundred guys walked up to the mannequin and photographed her. Not all at once, of course, but surreptitiously and in quick succession. 

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