Well we have been exploring London for the last 8 days with still another 14 to go (mind you 3 of those will be spent in Amsterdam...) Have been plotting my Boxing Day shopping spree for the last few days thanks to some rat bastard fucking CUNT stealing over $600 of my hard earned and saved money out of my account two days before we left. But of course since I have a touch of the old Hornby luck, I didn't know about this until we arrived at Heathrow and I went to top up my Oyster Card and my card was promptly denied!!!! As you can imagine my heart stopped, tears were shed and at many points I exclaimed "I WANT TO GO HOME NOW!!!!!" But thanks to some of the best friends a girl could have (I can't thank enough Maren, Share, and Pauline) I was able to get in touch with my bank, set up transfers to another and one anonymous party ran to the bank in Glendale and lent me the money so I wouldn't incur even more fees!!!!! To her I am ETERNALLY GRATEFUL!) Basically the aforementioned CUNTS made a copy of my ATM card and withdrew vast amounts of cash at a time. I will be looking into pressing charges...... Not to mention, the psychological damage and trauma I have suffered what with being in London 10 days and only having $100 to my name.... Of course Paul has as always taken perfect care of me....... But onto better times
We went and visited with Paul's son Zak who was home for the day. So playing happy families was the order of the day. We had a magnificent pre-Xmas dinner cooked by Zak's mum, Denise. And I was gifted with a coat that only exists in dreams. You see Denise knows her fashion and is a big fan of BIBA. Well she had this velvet paisley with afghan collar that her other daughters didn't want because it was too colourful for their tastes so she opted to give it to me. I refrained at first and asked her three times if she was really really really sure about this and she assured me that she was so I am now the VERY proud owner of this beautiful coat (and Paul is now beyond annoyed with hearing me say "Do you know I have a BIBA!!!! much like he's sick of hearing about my MINI!) It just shows to you that some stepfamilies can get along. We like to refer to ourselves as a mixture of the Addams family that melded with Rod Stewart's extended brood.... She also gifted me with a new pair of leather whore boots thanks to them not fitting any of the females at home;)
And then today as we left this great gothic interior pub on Oxford Street and as we were walking away someone shouts out "Hornby" and lo an behold it was Mick Jones from the Clash. See Paul followed The Clash for years and became good mates with all of them so there is some reason to this sort of cool madness.... Mick talked of his plans to open a Rock N Roll Library here in London and hopefully they will spread stateside, I of course offered my services as curator (talk about a dream job!!!) Luckily, Paul kept his mouth shut about me not being a big fan of The Clash... But I must say I much prefer them to that other punk boyband......
So off I go to make up for all of those lost shopping days - if you happen to see a flash of black, pink, teal and purple hair attached to a short pale girl clad in black in London don't be afraid it's just me zapping around town trying to help out the US economy....
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