the motherland, part IV

New Year's Day in London was fairly uneventful, in the best way. We slept late, went to Camden in the afternoon and did some shopping, spent a few hours chatting over coffee and then helped watched Sarah's boyfriend make the most delicious dinner before settling in to watch a British sitcom that I now count among the funniest things I've ever seen. Ever. (It's called The Inbetweeners, and you can watch it on YouTube. Go. Right now. I forgive you.)

And actually, I shouldn't say uneventful. Because I did meet THIS guy, who was dancing and singing to an Annie Lenox song just outside the market stalls in Camden.


Oh, and I almost forgot! I also spent much of the first day of 2010 as I spent much of its last two days: eating prawn cocktail crisps and drinking Ribena. JOY.

On Saturday I got up early and headed down to Borough Market by myself to have a wander 'round, take some pictures and of course, buy some black currant jam. While I was there I couldn't resist snapping a few shots of Southwark Cathedral (Shakespeare's home parish), which is just outside the market.
After I got my jam I headed down to the Southbank because, I have to confess, no matter how many times I see this view it does still make my heart skip a few beats the way it did the very first time I saw it.

Just two more installments left of my adventures in the motherland, and coming up next is the tale of my Saturday night at Monkey Chews, where I made fast friends with two couples, wore a fake moustache and resisted the urge to get in a cab with strangers and go to a party in Shoreditch. The usual.


cheers,
elizabeth