I'm officially living in London - that was the plan, wasn't it? Hurray! I bought a mug and a sideplate - I refuse to buy any more substantial crockery and cutlery for this flat, it's way too expensive. I can drink anything from the mug, eat anything from the plate, and if I ever want to butter my toast, I can use a toothbrush.
Because this is "Fresher's Fortnight" (what happened to Fresher's Week, greedy bastards?) I'm trying to jump at as many interesting opportunities as
One of my favourite things, though, is that as a white Briton I thought I'd be in a space-filling majority, but I'm not, I'm in a laughable minority. This means that I've already had some enlightening conversations about Foreignlands. I like Foreignlands, I sort of want to go there one day. In the meantime, London's good! I might walk tomorrow.