London Crunking

Found a six pack of Stella 50cl (16.9oz) for £5 ($10), a pretty good deal. Any time you find beer for less that a pound it’s a bargain. There is always Strongbow, a hobo cider, if you want to get crunk. You can get a 2 liter bottle for £2.26 over at Tesco. Bars? Yeah, they’re more expensive—anywhere between £1-4 for a beer. I do most of my drinking in my room, on the street or on the tube. There’s no open container law here—it’s just low class to walk around with a 2L of Strongbow, but hey I’m not the classiest.
Yes, I have been doing more than drinking, but I just wanted to break the ice with something we are all familiar with. I started my journey off in Brighton, staying with Ann and Russell. I had a lot of fun hanging out with them and exploring the city by myself. The beach is great. Instead of sand there are pebbles. France is about 23 miles south, but you can’t see it. I think it’s the beach where there was the Mod/Rocker war years back, but I’m not sure—I didn’t see to many of either until last night. I finally found a rocker bar, but I’ll get to that later. Russ and Ann sent me off well on my last night by taking me to their friends house. Paul and Jackie are extreme Guided by Voices fans—their first trip to the states was to catch GbV on their last tour. So what did we do that night? Drank beer, smoked hash and listened to GbV along with other awesome music. I felt like I was at the crunk house’s British cousin’s house.
Needless to say, I arrived in London with quite a hangover. One of the other students asked me if I had been drinking earlier that morning. Rookie. Kensington, the area where I am staying, is one of the poshest in the world. Besides the little boys’ cars like Porshes and Ferraris, the place is also littered with Bentleys and Rolls Royces. So yeah, I look pretty crunk walking around in Carhart hoodie with a 2L of Strongbow. Daniel has been a great roommate. It’s hard not to get along with someone who can claim to have played with the Keystone Eyes. If we get in an argument, it will only be over who gets the last beer, and chances are that neither of us will remember it in the morning anyway.

The internet is shit here, that’s why it’s taken me so long to get this up. Every time I try to do something, it takes about four times as long as I’m used to. So I might not be able to put up photos—I’ll leave that for Myspace. I’ll try to post something on this blog every day or two—keep checking if you want to know what I’m getting up to.