Overriding themes: zanna helps people a LOT
buses are the greatest even if you are not particularly skilled with them Canadians are a lot more willing to go into pubs just to use their loos than english people are
ricky martin is a fucking glorious demon child with soft hair and the best accent
being in groups of pals is the best thing ever LONDON IS THE BEST THING EVER
Saturday:
IT TOOK US LIKE AN HOUR TO MEET AT WATERLOO BC SHE WAS INSIDE AND I WAS OUTSIDE
we gave a million people directions and zanna kept doing helpful things in general, it was surprising to watch tbh
JUSTIN BIEBER MARCH and just cackling for a long time in shock and awe
‘that’s a nice door!’
witnessed a crime and discovered that perhaps my survival instincts are not quite up to scratch
‘AAAYYYYYY’ began
tower bridge!!!!!!
erotic trip to Fleet Street and the courts, zanna took a LOT of pictures
waitress in Pizza Hut wanting to get in on a threesome
met officer telling us we couldn’t publicly drink cider so ‘i suggest you down them’
being on Westminster bridge at twelve bong
awful squeaky man
missing our bus stop and discovering a BETTER bus stop
beginning our trend of pistachio theft
we walked so much it RUINED US
Sunday:
COVENT GARDEN my fave!!
beautiful Nutella and banana crepes. stunning.
lots of Beyoncé in mozzarella stick heaven
i miss zanna :(((( ok ok carrying on!!
extreme foot death/putting shoe inserts in on Trafalgar Square steps like the classy individuals we are, while watching a lad with a FREE HUGS sign be largely ignored
wine on benches in st James park and terrifying us both by leaping away at the sight of her hair blowing in the wind
where the hell did we even go on Sunday i am completely blinded by the memory of her dramatic reading of fifty shades, complete with amazing accents
developed the ability to say ‘oh my god’ with a beautiful fake American accent
also started saying it with a canadian twang against my will
Monday:
CAMDEN and watching zanna navigate the awful pavement in her heels like a fuckin pro. deeply impressive
shoe hunt in oxford street that was SO successful. also impressive
zanna encouraged me to buy a £60 dress but i only got charged £48 and it was a super beautiful time
why the fuck do i have such a vivid memory of us discussing vegetables in starbucks
sang both our national anthems outside Buckingham palace and had a wild and stunning photoshoot
shivered on a bench while listening to and singing cute songs :((
Tuesday:
MET IZZY in front of our next hostel, after a slight break of the ‘check out is at ten’ rule
the receptionist was so fascinated by me and zannibal like ‘you met on the internet and now you’re spending all this time together OH GOD SO CUTE wow’
went to brick lane. brick lane is pretty crap????
MET RICKY MARTIN holy shit we were all wrecks in the like 20 minutes beforehand sat on the floor of st pancras like !!!!!!!!
spent the night in our hostel bar. there were cocktails
there was some amazing top quality singing
there was some terrible mac and cheese
ricky martin gave everyone presents and it was so cute and lovely and i just oh god I LOVE THEM ALL
Wednesday
went to borough market. there was so much cake and lots of german stuff to keep my wife happy!
sat on a bench and discussed our country’s education systems
WENT TO THE TATE for like half an hour
STREETCAR I CAN’T TALK ABOUT IT YET BUT
oh my god????/. it’s so amazing!??!?!?!????
zanna wept on my shoulder and we squeezed each others hands when gay feelings arose
izzy and ricky did some super inconspicuous leaning
met gillian anderson lol nbd
MET THE ERINS oh my goddddd i wish we hadn’t been so betrayed by london/tubes/pubs it would’ve been so cool to hang out for longer!!
had super good super expensive mojitos oh maaan
prosecco happened. power ballads happened
met some v interesting people outside
sexy goldfish was immortalised on Instagram
Phil got in the fucking car
some dude tried to join my wives' party
Thursday:
first things first, we put on temporary canada related tattoos
actually successfully navigated and pulled off an hour on buses with all our bags oh man
did the photographers gallery which was AMAZING
a picture exists of me and zanna which has gotta be the best photography ever conducted tbh the timing was impeccable
went to gay bars and were glared at by gays bc obviously ‘gay’ means only homosexual men NO WOMEN ALLOWED
izzy left :’(
oh my god there was amazing gelato
managed to get back to our place for the night
our host (airbnb) was bein a little weirdo challenging our gurl tumblr user lecterswench to a cooking contest
we had the most amazing pasta ever and he was sad
there was vodka. there was tickling. there was beyoncé. there was a very unstable air bed
Friday:
HOLY SHIT WE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO GET RICKY MARTIN TO HER COACH IM STILL AMAZED. you guys. there were like. 5 minutes. not even 5 minutes
essentially friday morning was spent battling public transport and then getting locked in heathrow and being sad and omg
we said goodbye to zannibal and everything was :((( but then we realised heathrow was still like shut bc there was a fire alarm or something so we couldn’t get our quick train and had to use tubes and holy shit you guys. i don’t know how the hell we pulled it off
zanbabe went to canada
ricky martin went to edinburgh
i cried on a bench
a coach driver pulled over to check i was okay
i cried in a taxi
i cried on the train
oh my god i can’t believe it’s only been like 4 days since we were all together but yeah AUGUST2K14 WAS THE BEST FUCKING TIME EVER im so slushy about it
