The clock be ticking

Status: Both regretting and glad for the fact that I didn't get in that taxi


Like I said, we went to Notting Hill and explored Portabello Market


And got the see the actual travel bookshop that inspired Notting Hill's travel bookshop.


We also passed by a house that was once owned by George Orwell.


I did not see Hugh Grant or Julia Roberts, but I did buy a pocket watch that I adore. I was about ready to drop a good 35 pounds on a real quill(feather and all) and green ink, but I couldn't do it. If I have that money to spare, I'll go back and get it. It's not going anywhere.
I did the last part of my shopping alone and then hopped on the tube.

And met. The most. Attractive Brit. I have. Ever. Seen.

He was probably 27 or 28, wearing a light blue cashmere sweater and pants that...well, suffice to say I almost missed looking at his hands because other parts of him were mouthwatering. He was carrying a leather briefcase. He had Jude Law's sandy, curly hair from The Holiday and artsy, square glasses. In fact, he reminded me a lot of Jude Law, except less rough around the edges. He jaw wasn't as sharp.
He bumped into me and said, "Oh, excuse me, luv."
My dearest love, you may bump into me any time you like. Plzthx
Then he sat down next to me and we had the following conversation:

Him: You do know those tabloids are complete rubbish, don't you?
Me: Yeah. Someone just shoved it at me and I grabbed. I was in a hurry
Him: Oh. You're American.
Me: Indeed, I am.
Him: What are you doing here?
Me: Studying film
Him: *raise eyebrows* Hmm. Interesting.

And that was all, until we ran into each other on the street and he smiled and said, "You're following me, I can tell." I laughed because I thought if I opened my mouth, I might not be able to stop myself from jumping him. Then he hailed a cab and left. I never got his name.

Later on, a lot of people headed out to Soho for some clubbing, but I wasn't in the mood so I sat in my room with Erin and Kara and talked girl-talk. Kara never got to hang out in the dorms, so this was all new and fun for her. Then we went downstairs and met up with some of our gang and a Scotsman named Lewis who is 24. He's from Inverness, but he's hanging out here for work. He has a girlfriend, but they got in a fight, so he was out getting drunk. I don't know how they all ran into him but I was glad they did. He was a pretty pretty man. I mean, really. And this time I knew his name. I told him I had never met a Scottish guy before. He shook my hand. Then, he got down on one knee and kissed my hand, in "a true Scottish gentleman's way" as he put it.

Again, my heart was stolen.

So when he wanted to go out some more, he called a cab. Kara and the rest of the gang headed off to The Rocket as the cab pulled over. I had no money with me, no phone, but DAMN I wanted to get into that cab with Lewis, and I thought about it for a minute, but followed Kara instead. Hell knows what could have happened if I had gotten in that cab with him, but I'll never know now. I know it's probably a good thing, but again, it would have been one hell of a story

But The Rocket was a ton of fun. Kara told me it looked a lot like the Riv, so I'm excited to be back in EL and hang out there. Matt and I sang to Nickleback (in jest, so don't judge)

And now I'm here, typing to you.

And now I'm going to bed. I have a London Walk I want to go on in the morning at 10:45. It's called Doctor's London: Pox & Plague, Leeches & Quacks. It sounds like a lot of fun and it's a one time deal, so if I get up in time, I'll head over to St. Paul's and meet my tour guide.

Pip pip, cherrio and all that rot. G'night!