Sunday, 6 July 2008

Sunday 06/07/08

On Saturday morning I wake up and this is one of the worst weekends yet, it’s like it doesn’t exist, my weeks now run as follows: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Monday, Tuesday, ad infinitum.  I am terrified of going to Australia and leaving everything behind, and the closer I get to the date I’ve set the more freaked out I become, but this can’t go on as it is.  Maybe Australia will be worth it even if I end up unemployed, alone, homeless, regretful. 

On the one hand I have the current situation and on the other hand the uncertainty of starting a new life thousands of miles away.  Maybe I should just give everything up and become a personal trainer or something (I’m sure that will give me fulfillment).

Anyway, on Saturday afternoon I go to the gym and then head to town where something called London Pride is taking place.  For London Pride I meet up with Brendan and some of his friends and we go find Scott who’s working in Soho.

London Pride just involves thousands of people walking around, drinking, playing, etc.  It’s not bad.  Here are some pictures from Saturday afternoon:

Brendan in promotional t-shirt he’s forced to wear by Scott:


Two guys:


Three guys.  And yes, I’m short, but this looks a lot worse because this guy on the right is 6’4”:


Then it’s 1930 and I wouldn’t mind going to Salvation, but I’m not connected well enough, I can’t get in for free, and I don’t want to pay for it, so I just go home. 

At home I arrange to have a chilled out Saturday evening, which involves going over to Mean’s house, watching TV and eating ice creams.  Ice creams is a word that should never be mentioned in the singular form, because you should always have more than one.

So I have dinner at my house and then I leave my house and after 30 seconds that it takes me to walk to the tube station I check my pocket and I realize I’ve dropped my card wallet somewhere. 

My card wallet contains: my tube season ticket card (worth £968), my gym card, my Maestro card that I always use instead of cash, a picture ID of me, an Alcohol & Drugs Helpline card that I always carry around as a joke.  In addition, my card wallet is from ___ and it costs £90.

Then I walk back, and it seems that in the total of 85 seconds that my wallet has been lying on the ground somewhere in this touristy West London suburb, it has been found, it has been picked up, and I’ll never see it again.

I’m not blaming anyone mind you, I would have done the same, I’m just amazed by the speed that it all happened.

The rest of the evening is great fun: I call up Mean and tell him I’m not coming anymore, I call up banks and the London Underground and cancel my cards, I walk over to Tesco and buy a 500ml Haagen Dazs cookies and cream tub to make myself feel better.  It works. 

39 comments:

chabang said...

it's probably better to claim C was standing on a box and you in a slight dip in the road - it's much more plausable than admitting he's freekishly tall.

Gav Dublin said...

Not out of pocket are you LP? I'm sure we could have a whip-around!!

London Preppy said...

chabang: He is, he really is! That's my story, and I'm sticking to it no matter what

gav: I have never turned down free money and I never will!

Red Exile / Красная Ссылка said...

Theft is a bummer. Ironically usually more so in one's 'home country' than when traveling.

Cos if you have a fancy card, they try (effectively IMHO) to do super-man thingies of giving you global, unlimited credit etc, just through a phone-number & passport.

But, about your Aussie move. Mate, if you over-intellectualise it, you'll ruin it.

In 2001 I was also ill - not so glamerous an illness however - and I flew to Miami, and, en route (Virgin Upper Class); drew up 2 lists: (a) Caribbean islands with 1st world hospitals and (b)said islands without poisonous snakes or spiders (it's a long-enough flight to speed-read a bunch of guides)...

So I moved to Les Saintes, then Deshaies, both parts of French West Indies' Guadeloupe...

And I have been in very happy remission for 7 years. (Although a year later I was suckered into a UN gig on Haiti and, then, for some mad reason, I worked on an election campaign in Turkey: my man lost *hugely*)

Just do it, just go. Whatever the shit happens you will foreever be grateful you did so.

Preppy, princeling, over-intellectualising mad moves abroad destroys all the joy in them...

...and almost certainly risks closing your mind to all the mad, great stuff that can happen. I moved from the Caribbean to Istanbul for 3 months...and I have now been in the Former Soviet Union for 4 years (anniverary 2 weeks ago).

In 2004 I accepted a posting in Moscow. I now call it home...

...and tonight, Comment-you from Baku in Azerbaijan (possibly, I think, your first): Man! This is so amazing and beautiful a city...

...and it all began from pegging the French West Indies on an in-flight list...

I over-long my comments I know. Sorry. 'ish.

The point is, I did this & I am a nobody geek. But you? Just step up, slip off your coolness and dive into and grab hold of whatever passes by and looks good...

scotrock said...

You have your shirt off! I thought you never did that in sunlight!? Nice abs, mind.

Jakob said...

You look really good in pale.
You're so fucking beautiful, so smart and so witty. I'd hate you if you were happy.

Gemini's Life said...

I bet you that bastard Russell has the wallet!

Jamie said...

About the whole re-locating thing, I have just done the same thing as you are planning, minus the whole Oz thing....

I was freaking out on a 24 hour basis and wondering if I should go or not, but its the best decision I've ever made and I'm loving every second, go on your adventure LP.... you only live once!

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

the way you are showing emotions and turning more and more human kind of scares me a little ....

oh, and i'm sure the nazi bitch at your gym would be very happy that you lost your card!!

London Preppy said...

red: Thanks and don't worry about the length of the comment(s). All points taken

scotrock: By the time I took the shirt off it had turned cloudy. I was out of the sun and dressed for the rest of the time!

jakob: Thank you! But there you go, as you point out, at least I'm not happy as well eh!

gemini: He must have been following me all week waiting for his chance

jamie: I will do it, cheers. But I'll freak out in the meantime

ram: That's the thing - I can't' use the gym until I go to my original one and get a new card!

kim said...

wow, scott is so short.

Aaron said...

Hey guy,

I'm just echoing what others have said in regards to your impending Australian move, I can totally understand ur apprehension, but honestly don't sweat it too much. I'm from Canada and I've done stints in the US, France, and West Africa, each more amazing than the last. You'll go, you'll meet awesome people, you'll party, you'll break up the weekly routine that you seem to be more than underwhelmed by, and you'll have a harder time staying pale under the aussie sun. You've done this once before too, in moving from Greece so it should be easier this time. And you're not alone. You're making a move that thousands of londoners do every year.

Looking forward to reading about it! You'll be fine.

Nathan West said...

Man,that dude is tall as~
Jolly day I reckon, come embrace Aussie, but the Kiwis are sweet too~ drop in to NZ when you got the time,aye, just across the ditch~

London Preppy said...

kim: Scott's 5'11", I think this is actually a case of how we're stood

aaron: Cheers for that - this is how I picture it in my good moments too!

nathan: I definitely will when I'm over there

kim said...

Scott's 5'11" = short

semistraight said...

To go against the general tenor of anti-intellectualizing-mad-moves-abroad I still can't see what the purpose of your move is supposed to be? Unless you have specific plans you're not relaying to us. Because ultimately I think that - after a certain period of settling in - there is a high chance you end up at exactly the same point you've been at before. This would then require yet another move, etc.

Other than that, I'm happy that you finally get to see ice cream(s) as what it/they really is/are: another high calorie source for bulking up. Note: I take that back if the ice cream wasn't subjected to proper digestion in & out.

dickophile said...

does 6'4'' have a name or a boyfriend? i want to add him to the collection of hotties i have in my basement.

Mark said...

LP, you should totally be allowed into Salvo for free. Incidentally, do you absolutely HAVE TO go to Sydney? I can't help feeling London is going to be that little bit less glamorous....
tacito x

AlwaysReadySF said...

UV rays are vicious with or without clouds so I hope you were wearing your SPF 50 anyway. We wouldn't want to see a tan on you, would we?

Australia: I have to agree with what everyone else says. It will be fun and you will like the new experience plus it does sound like you NEED some change (at least based on what you write on here).

Moving to a different country/continent/city and changing job/friends/environment is usually scary. Having done it 5 times my only advice (which I wish somebody had given me the first few times) is not to waste any time trying to make the new life look or feel like the old one. Go with the change fully and make it as fun and as interesting as it can be. :)

....and that Russell needs to be sent to jail. First sunglasses, now a wallet.

Gav Dublin said...

LP,

Re OZ, stop over thinking and do what makes you happy mate!!

It really is that simple!

On behalf of your readers,if I can so presume, (well the vast majority), we wish you nothing but happiness, even though we only know you vicariously and fictionally.

Alex said...

6’4” is not freakishly tall, is it? I'm the same...
Damn, I feel like I'm in Lilliput.

Luke_Sydney said...

AH LP, come to Sydney. The gays are no different. They all have the thousand mile stare, the f*ck off attitude, devotion to Kylie, drugs, fashion, youth, etc... and they're just the jaded gays. So many targets, so many victims...

Alex said...

You and all your friends are such beautiful people... I was speaking of you, Scott, and Brendan: but do you beautiful people just have the tendency to get connected?

NGM said...

push comes to shove in sydney, i have a spare room you can crash in - am sure your other sydney fans would help you out, so there is a safety net here.
so stop fucking worrying!

James said...

You certainly look like you'll fit in better in Sydney. London Pride looks kind of cold; there were not a lot of shirts off when we visited Soho Pride last year.

musclician said...

Has anyone else noticed the looks of the people in the background in these photos. Talk about absolutely envy. Nice going LP!

Australia? Why do you want to go to Australia? It's full of Australians!

(Ok, I admit, I come from a country where Australia is our fiercest competition in all things sporty. And I have to concede that most of our population moved there when Things Turned Bad).

Good luck with the move! I'm sure it will be very exciting.

London Preppy said...

dickophile: He does I'm afraid. Not that this should stop you

always: Of course I was still wearing the 50!

dickophile said...

of course not. hey, if the bf is cute ill lock him up too!

Ryan said...

Wow, nice site! Sorry about your wallet. Amazed by how you handle your lost of wallet. Pretty steady and cool!

george said...

i like your shades....what label are they and what season?.....george

Anonymous said...

is the guy on the right gay lp? its just my 2 friends were ogling him on saturday but i thought he looked straight.

The Neighbors Will Hear said...

I worry about your ability to stay pale in Sydney.

Graham said...

LP,
you're a great advertisement for the efficacy of sunscreen. I think you're the palest person in all the pics. You must be pleased.

S said...

Those are nice billboards for Manhunt. Why didn't you have Manhunt painted across your beautiful chest?

London Preppy said...

george: They're Dior (I didn't just say this) and they're a couple years old (s/s 2006?)

anon: Yes he is!

neighbors: Will wear wetsuit 24/7?

graham: Thank you! Honestly though, doesn't pale look OK? People shouldn't be afraid to be pale

s: Because I don't work for them. I've never worked in a bar / club / on the scene. I'm not saying I never will, just never have

george said...

thanks bud.....i hear nothing....george

Connecticut Yankee said...

Alex - people tend to have friends and partners that are similar in appearance. This is not just a myth; there are actual studies on levels of attraction between partners. Have you ever noticed that couples tend to look roughly same on the looks scale? So a 9 dates an 8, 9 or 10, but never a 5. This of course does not apply if the 5 is loaded and about to die, that seems to be an aberration. Anyway, the same goes for friends. If you are a 7, many of your friends (the inner circle, not everyone obviously) are going to be around 7 on the scale. There is apparently a whole pack mentality about looks. So since LP is pretty fit, he tends to hang around with other pretty fit people (boys and girls) because of this odd primordial psychological tendency. With members of the same sex this oftentimes stems from group activities. So if your mates do a certain sport or whatnot, they will share similar features. For example, I am an oarsman, so most of my mates are over 6’1 and because they row they generally tend to have big shoulders, small waists and a good deal of muscle mass. Of course, not all of them are cute, but oddly most of them are. I can’t remember where I read this study, but it was in some medical journal my mother had lying around so it was pretty legitimate. In any event, it explained a lot!

London Preppy said...

coonecticut: Cheers, have been vaguely familiar with this theory as well. Also there's a proverb in ancient Greek that describes that

Graham said...

LP,

Being pale myself (not quite albino, but VERY pale) I am only too happy that you are helping to popularise this look once again. It used to be all the rage in victorian times apparently, when having a tan meant you were hired help who worked outdoors. Only the wealthy could afford to not work and thus remain pale. With cheaper air travel after WWII, having a tan became a status symbol, the wealthier you were the more holidays you could take.

I keep telling myself that pale is good, but I'm not 100% convinced of it yet. You're helping though, thanks.