I’m horribly transparent…

the damp, overcast skies of London never looked so inspiring. I arrived yesterday and I am so overwhelmed. I have the world at my fingertips and I’m so afraid I’m going to drop it.

grey september is also ironically the first line of the book I started today. The Actor Speaks by Patsy Rodenburg. I woke up this morning long before my flatmates, got dressed and just started walking. I found this coffee shop called Cafe Nero that I saw earlier and decided to stop in for a quick read n’ espresso.

Just walking down Charing Cross Road for the first time and I’m already connected. I look like the urban outfitters militia and I’m wearing neon red tennies so as long as I don’t open my big american mouth, I’m one of them. I’m already blending in… and not in a “I’ve given up my sense of origin” way, in a “London, I’m so ready to understand your rythym” sort of way.

I have a practical walking tour in less than an hour and thus going to finally learn where to buy a phone, groceries, essentials, beer (oh, that’s essential as well), etc. Then another free day in the city. Classes start Monday. I really want to see some theatre… NOW. I need Kevin Spacey as Richard III all over me, immediately.

I’m going to start unloading the ol’ camera now. check my flickr site on the right.

cheers.

oh and last night, I went pub hopping. yes, pub hopping. I hit nearly 8 pubs and had nearly 8 pints of beer… oh and a gin and tonic. momsy taught me well.

—m