When the going gets tough, laugh at the names of tube stations on the London Underground, like: Cockfosters.
I shit you not. It's near Harringay.
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When I'm not journaling in obscurity, I'm flirting with disaster, missing planes and planning adventures. I've just moved back to Canada from London (UK), where I developed unsavoury habits like looking left before crossing the street, holding my fork curved down, and asking for the 'loo'. Follow me as I fumble my way to familiarity in my new home – Toronto . I promise won't spare you the gritty city details.
It's mascara, you perverts.
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Thrilling true tales of travel and misadventure.
When I'm not journaling in obscurity, I'm flirting with disaster, missing planes and planning adventures. I've just moved back to Canada from London (UK), where I developed unsavoury habits like looking left before crossing the street, holding my fork curved down, and asking for the 'loo'. Follow me as I fumble my way to familiarity in my new home – Toronto . I promise won't spare you the gritty city details.
Nothing is personal anymore:
Old faves:
- Fewer Things to Kill Me
- Sixty Minutes in a London Pub
- Monogamy and Dys-sex-ia
- How Ireland Nearly Did My Head In
- Misunderestimated Supervillains
- Guerrillas, Masons, Rastafari & Me
- Man vs. Mimbo
- Dear Puppy, Good-Bye
- Speed-dating: Alien Loves Predator
- Leave the "Bitch" at Home
- Caught in Public: Notes on Invisibility
- The Pierogi Cure for Homesickness
- Thanks For Beating It Out of Me
- The Annoying Itch of True Love
- Working Security in Nicaragua
Followers
Gettin' some:
It's mascara, you perverts.
All Over the Place ( by Kate Savage is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 Canada License.
Based on a work at yousillygirl.blogspot.com.
Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available at http://yousillygirl.blogspot.com.
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- Foe thah rek-ard, I'm faking itScreaming my order ...
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- Good morning, Great Britain!Seat 39K – the one bes...
- CockfostersWhen the going gets tough, laugh at the...
- Today, I live in LondonAs soon as I figure out how...
- Three, two, one...It was already an hour into my g...
- Some signs can't be trustedI'll admit it. Constant...
- Filthy perks of LondonI have a lot of baggage, and...
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Friends and Frenemies:
If there must be labels:
- montreal
- dating
- travel
- friends
- London
- family
- commentary
- writing
- Nova Scotia
- childhood
- work
- Mexico
- dog
- lifestyle
- memories
- sex
- London should really pay me for this
- reasons I love to travel
- links
- Even the intrepid get homesick
- Sometimes London is really fun
- england
- food
- health
- moving
- London has sun sometimes too
- London is an arsehole
- being in love is confusing sometimes
- danger
- fears
- finally making friends
- how much 'strength of character' do I really need? And can't I just strike it lucky now?
- humour
- let me wait out the credit crunch somewhere cheap and tropical
- photography
- proof I'm willing to do pretty much anything to survive London
- renting
- small town life
- someone please employ me so I don't have to sell a kidney
- why I really wish I had a job
- working in London
- Be careful what you wish for when it comes to Morrissey
- Central America
- Costa Rica
- Cyprus
- Diablo Cody
- For what exactly did Carlo the Venetian win a gold medal?
- Guatemala
- I don't claim to have a sophisticated sense of humour
- I have a job that doens't make me cry
- I live with people who do stuff because they are nice enough to take care of me
- I'd sell my blood for money if that was an option
- I'm not very good at pouring British bitter ales and that might get me fired
- I'm poor
- London actually does pay me for this
- Maritimes
- Not hiding in a dank bin instead of going to work was bad advice
- Philippines
- So what if I'm writing with UK spelling
- The ethical dilemma of blogging about real life and people you would like to keep as your friends and family
- a day in the life of my friend's job
- always remember to lock public washroom doors
- astrology
- bar work in London and the many people who employ me
- being an immigrant
- bikes
- camping
- coffee is a necessary evil
- first kiss
- ghosts
- ghosts of ex-lovers
- hitchhiking
- horse shit doesn't seem very 'English'
- identity theft
- ireland
- jobs
- language
- moving half way around the world is a good idea
- music
- nicaragua
- no one's a virgin anymore
- not all Englishes are equal
- phobias
- prank calls
- proof the English are perverted
- published work
- quebec
- quick someone hire me before I forget my actual skills
- reasons wine doesn't mix with Facebook
- saying 'yes' means fun things happen to me so I can write about them
- some days are better than others
- some people are jerks but not all
- theft
- things I do when I get really really starved for attention
- things that make me cry
- video
- when people look at me funny it's probably because I gave them a reason
- why I won't live near Brixton forever
- without a job I might need some of this charity
5 comments:
I feel like just spelling it "humour" makes the claim for you. Since I spell it, "humor," I think I'm actually required to laugh at this, which I did, so all's to the good.
pistols - You can laugh at all of Canada then, even more than you (and much of the world) likely already do[es], because we spell it like that there, too. I'll continue to laugh at the prospect of "cockfostering".
LOVE IT! I'm ALL about finding stuff like this - nothing proves you can't grow up from 15 years old like this, right?? Yesterday, I found a screwdriver yesterday called "Stubby" and cracked up... I'm always on the look-out for twisted and perverted signs and products, etc. Hope you are doing GREAT!!!! :)
You'd LOVE it here then! Cockfosters is the end of the line, so they announce it many times over on the tube, in a snooty accent at that.
And I just noted that it's very close to Hairy 'n'gay.
When I was in London and I heard the train announcement for Cockfosters, I turned my head toward my friend and we laughed. Yes, we were juvenile 28 and 26 year olds.
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