No is no

I didn’t believe that getting a bankaccount here in the UK would be the most difficult thing to get. But I do believe it now. I applied for a bankaccount sending them a recommendation letter from my current Danish bank, and a contact person over there they were welcome to call. But that letter probably didn’t even make it beyond the borders of bureaucraticy.
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I had 3 free days left before starting working on Monday. And I finally could explore London in a relaxed way, without the stress of jobhunting and looking for a place to live.
But no, my body thought it was time to respond to the 2 weeks of stress and running around, so I have been in bed the last 2 days, and am still very tired, have a headache, have a cold, my stomach isn’t really as it should be and – well I hope I am topfit again on Monday.

What am I doing in the internetcafe then ? I needed to find out when my train is leaving on Monday, as I am training to work. Can’t wait to get internet at home, as you can understand.

Hatchooo – sorry about that.

The Prince Charles Cinema

Yes, the cinemas on Leicester Square are incredibly expensive. But there is a way around that. Just 50 meters from Leicester Square there is The Prince Charles Cinema. This is an independent cinema and they are showing a lot of independent films, but they also show a lot of blockbusters after they have been running in the other cinemas for a few weeks. They are current running films like Harry Potter, King Kong but also pearls like Broken Flowers and Mrs. Henderson Presents. I saw Proof today with Anthony Hopkins, Gwenneth Palthrow and Jake Gyldenhaal (a bit weirdish film – but well acted).

Now let me tell you why you have to support this cinema : ticketprice ?3,= (ca. Euro 4.50) for evenings, and if you are as crazy as me being there in the daytime, tickets are ?1.50. On friday all tickets are ?1,= which is about 1.40 Euro. That’s completely amazing. The chairs are good, and so it the sound. So go visit it if you are ever in London, wanting to see a movie.

(Internet will be installed at home 1.5 weeks from now – until then – answers on emails will be a bit delayed – and postings will be chaotic as I can’t really write well under pressure (= the clock ticking in the internet cafe)).

Hello from Westminster, sort of

As I am actually sitting in the internetcafe on Piccadilly Circus, close to the Cafe. I will try to order a wireless broadband connection as soon as possible this week, I have no idea how long it will take, hopefully not long. The room in Westminster is great, but without a tv and without internet, I become a bit crazy.

I have a very very very important 2nd interview tomorrow, so if you are boring yourself at 3.00 pm (dutch time) beam some positive vibes over to London, as I really really need them.

Posting here will be irregular the coming week, but as soon as I am online from home I will catch up on that, as I have loads of things to write about.

Bye bye, Wood Green

I’m packed and ready to move to my new room in Westminster. This should be a rather easy thing to do if it wasn’t for Bill the Cat. I already brought most of my stuff to Westminster, but my last small suitcase is still here, and so is my laptop.

It’s nearly like he knows what is going on, as he has been sitting on my suitcase all the time, and he is looking at me like “OK so you are leaving, but you didn’t think about leaving without me this time now did you ?”

I have done the hard say-goodbye-talk already, trying to explain to him that I need to move on. That it has been so cold and depressing in Wood Green. And that if he hadn’t been there, that it would have been a pretty crappy experience. And that he is always welcome to visit me on Page Street, always. I could take him for a walk to Buckingham Palace or the London Eye, whatever he wanted. But he just doesn’t want me to go. It’s heartbreaking. But I have to be tough.

There isn’t any wireless internetconnection in my room in Page Street yet. Maybe there are some unprotected wireless networks in the area I can hook up on. If not there is an internetcafe close by, and there is always the old fashioned telephone line. So hopefully I can get connected somehow, as it is a neccesity when looking for a job.

Bye to Wood Green. And hopefully soon a hello from Westminster.

I’m lovin’ it

I'm lovin' it

If you happen to live in Denmark, and you do visit McDonalds somewhere the coming period, you might meet The Girl there. Not that I recommend you to eat there too often, but the 2 first The Girl cards should be available in McDonalds restaurants in Denmark. They will also appear in cafe’s soon.

If anyone spots any of my cards on a go card stand, I would be grateful to hear from you! A picture of it would be even cooler !

The Girl in the Mc Donald’s, I’m lovin’ it …

Things you might or might not know

Some absolutely worthless information about London.

  • There is both a Denmark Hill and a Holland Park in London
  • It is absolutely impossible to find a garbage bin on any of the big train/underground stations (terror fear)
  • The “One sexual reference” warning on the filmlisting for The Weather Man is just way cute. I have been watching the film closely, but what do they mean “sexual reference” – was it were Nicolas Cage said “fuck” ? Or what ?
  • And so is the overprotectiveness everywhere.
    “Ladies and Gentlemen, because of the weather conditions (it rained), the floor in Victoria Station might be wet and slippery. Please be careful”.
  • “Be vigilant and alert. Report anything suspicious to a member of the railway staff”
  • Unexpectedly I passed the “Home of Chrystal Palace Football Club” today. “100 years of Passion & Pride”. A big smile on my face ’cause I know who’s a very big Chrystal Palace fan.
  • The Big Ben is not really the Big Ben. The tower itself is just called The Clock Tower. It is only one of the bells inside the clock tower that is called Big Ben.

I’m off to my theatre group.

The National Portrait Gallery

The Girl In The National Portrait Gallery
The Girl In The National Portrait Gallery

Even though I am still not relaxed enough to really enjoy London, I did visit the first item on my to-see list : The National Portrait Gallery.

Now 2 cool things about London to begin with :
many museums are open until 21.00 Thursdays and Fridays
and really a lot of museums have free entry! (how fantastic is that!)

So I felt like seeing something else than my computer for a while, jumped on the Piccadilly Line, jumped off on Leicester Square and walked the 200 meter from there to the NPG.
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Welcome back

And he said “Oh welcome back!”.
“Well, thank You very much, it’s nice to be back ! And this time I will stay in London”.
“Oh yeah, you were the Danish girl right ?”.
“Well, the Dutch girl from Denmark, yes indeed”.
“I remember” he said, “the European girl !”.
“Yes”, I said smiling at him (and quite impressed) “that’s what I like about London, the mixture of cultures, all the different languages”.
And he said “Yes that is a good thing about London”.
“Welcome back, and Welcome to London” he said smiling at me.
“Thank you. I will be back here often, I love this place”.
“You are welcome”.
He smiled and I smiled and outside the sun was shining.

Who he was ? He was the owner.
And one day I have to have a talk with him about TGITC.

Hello London !

Hello London

I could bore you with loads of things that happened today, but I am so tired that you have to do with this pathetic poem I wrote in the plane flying from a very snowy Aarhus in Denmark (which gave an hour delay) to London.

The plane speeds up
And it ascends
Aarhus in snow
A chapter ends

The plane slows down
Descend begun
London awaits
I feel the sun

I am here, at last. And it is good.

One girl leaves Aarhus, the other one comes to Aarhus

The Girl In The CafeNice title eh ?

The girl leaving Aarhus, and Denmark, well that’s me. In about 13 hours from now.
And you can probably find me in The Cafe in London somewhere this week.

The other girl though, has just left woordenaar, and she is on her way to Jane in ?rhus !

I love the way things get connected by the Infinite ImprobaBILLity Drive.

Wanna join ? Read here.

Or check where The Girl is, has been or will be going.

Love can’t change
what’s wrong in the world.
But it’s a start.

The Git

Closure on one front. My appartment is now completely empty, and I don’t have to return there anymore. Which is a very nice feeling. But one of the rules of moving is that if you think you are completely ready, you check all your drawers a last time and you will always find stuff you have forgotten to pack.

In my case I found 2 drawers filled with stuff, but it was too late to do anything else with it than throw out. I haven’t even properly looked what it was, I don’t really want to know. It wasn’t money.

The people from Igen came and picked up the last of my stuff. And to make that as easy as possible (it was a lot!) they parked their car on the sidewalk, close to our door. I live(d) on a very quite street, with nearly no traffic, so this didn’t bother anyone.

Except the parking police man (first time I saw one of those in our neighbourhood !). He simply gave them a parkingticket after 5 minutes, writing it while they were struggling to get one of my drawers down the 8 stairs. Of course I was angry, and so where the two nice guys. I asked him if he didn’t have anything better to do, if he couldn’t see that we were supporting charity here (as this was clearly written on their car). But he couldn’t care less. What a f…. git.

Git : a person who is deemed to be despicable or contemptible; “only a rotter would do that”; “kill the rat”; “throw the bum out”; “you cowardly little pukes!”; “the British call a contemptible person a `git'” [syn: rotter, dirty dog, rat, skunk, stinker, stinkpot, bum, puke, crumb, lowlife, scum bag]

I love to learn new English words, and this is the perfect one for this lowlife scum bag. (Thanks to Y)