ah-ooooooo werewolves of londonnn.

"YOU'RE SHIIIIT! ... YOU'RE SHIIIT!!!"
ah a night out in london town. that was what some crazy lady was screaming while walking in slow motion down a street in covent garden. covent garden, not even a sketchy part of town. for you see, there are crazies EVERYWHERE in london. i mean i was expecting crazies in places like new york and stuff. and there were hardly any in new york. the ones you did get in new york were 'haha' funny. but the crazies here are just plain scary and annoying. walking around in london sometimes feels like some orwellian dystopia. robot-like people shoving others down, trying to make the train in the tube (which runs like every 2 minutes! wtf is the rush?!), crazy people screaming about how fucked up the world is (like this old lady who interrupted my mcflurry session in maccas by blabbering on about how "no democrat has eva won da US election!"), and depressing housing commission-looking buildings under a gray, rainy sky. i feel after i turn the corner, i'll see the ministry of truth and i'll get kidnapped and brainwashed for thinking anti big brother thoughts. it's kinda fun though, because i don't have to live here. and my bafflement (not a real word) concerning aussies who bail on australia only to come to it's gloomy cousin england has just been further established after seeing what they're in for. don't get me wrong, it's a quirky and vibrant place at times. but it just seems to me that if you are looking to get away from australia and try something new, england is the LAST place to go.

but for a few travelling faux aussies, just dropping by on our way to friendlier places, it's an interesting pit stop. and continuing our ironic tendency to see australian/kiwi (chuss) bands abroad (xavier rudd in new york, mercy arms last week), we were lucky enough to catch old favorite cut off your hands at a tiny pub around the corner from our hostel. they were awesome, so much fun energy. actually, i shall post proof of it on facebook now.

ta ta!