Me and Charlotte have just returned from staying with Crishna and in London for a sorta-long weekend.
On the way down we travelled down on a cramped Turbostar with a man who was playing dance music through his headphones as if they were a public address system. He was hard looking so I didn’t say anything
There was also a bint-y woman in front who told us all about her previous night to approximately three of her friends who she would repeat the WHOLE of the event. God woman!
But then the trip was made all the more better by a cute young woman who was waving off her boyfriend, she was in tears just outside our window and it was really hard not to watch, but she was tres cool!
The trip back. Wow! We unfortunately got reserved seats next to an American girl of 20 and her English friend who would just not SHUT THE FUCK UP!
I learnt:
Her friend was also irritating in the fact that she had the worst looking make up on and used her mobile phone to tell at least five people repeatedly that she was on the train, it was delayed (which it wasn’t!) that she was on the way to Nottingham and that she was putting their makeup on, on the train. Whoopie fricking doo.
otherwise, nice relaxing days
B & C.










thank you for visiting
And next time we’ll get up early enough to go to see the animals at the RSPC as well.
She had red/orange/yellow/pink hair and had dyed her eyebrows too