Blogs from Holborn, Greater London, England, United Kingdom, Europe

As mentioned many times, I do not travel for “culture”, “breath-taking scenery” and “gaining appreciation”. I am fully aware this alienates me from 99% of Travelblog and the 1% who read my shit are lonely single men who haven’t discovered free online porn, dating sites or craigslist hookers and sit there whacking off as they read about me whacking off to some girl I haven’t even gotten to first base with. I travel to have fun. Which does not mean I drop money on a plane ticket so I can pay an entrance fee to stare at objects I could’ve easily stared at by typing “London Musem of Art” in Google Image search from the comfort of my American home. Then again, I do drop money on a plane ticket and pay an entrance fee to ... read more

Despite the fact that I only have 3 weeks in London before I head off to Asia, I experienced the biggest comedown of my life. I have had nearly 6 months off work and I was doing pretty much everything in life that I’ve always wanted to do. So coming back home even for 3 weeks was no picnic. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud to be British for all of our quirks and apparently I have an ‘awesome’ accent….Americans love me! Still, I was greeted to miserable weather and then thought ‘What the hell am I doing here? Really?’ I could tell when I was back home when I got barged by some woman in the Tube. Plus getting on the tube with 2 huge backpacks means you just look like a terrorist. I gave ... read more

Feeling that I might have been stretching the friendship of my Dad's best mate's second cousin; James and his wife, Sheree, I was all too thankful to meet up with Hannah and her Brother, Sam after work for a quick catch up. After pleasantries were exchanged and a brief summary on my current living arrangements (which I might add have been fabulous, if permitted I would have been more than happy to live with James and Sheree the entire time whilst in London) we took up to meet their American flight attendant cousin who was having a stop over. Yes, he was gay - sorry to stereo type, but what male flight attendant is not... either they are an over the top personality proving their gayness (because the bleached hair and limp wrist were not enough) ... read more

Hello everyone! Hope you are doing well. I am just sitting here in the Gatwick Airport, checked-in and getting ready to fly to Dublin this afternoon. It has been a wonderful experience being here in England, but it is time to seek out a new adventure in Ireland. This past week has been busy and I got quite sick so I wasn't online much. I think my tiredness was catching up on me and that the weather changing made life a bit difficult. After my weekend off we came back to two more days of class on Script work and Mantle of the Expert as well as some fun discussion on assessment and evaluation and sharing of resources. We had two workshops at the University of Warwick with well-known professors Joe Winston and Jonothon Neelands. One ... read more

We spoke with our internship department today to find out more information in regards to our locations. I’m brain-fried now from trying to find mine. Apparently, mine is so far off the beaten track that I have to catch a bus as soon as I get off the underground, otherwise I won’t make it there on time. Of course, I found this out after spending 2.5 straight hours on the underground, which only led to one gigantic headache. Which brings me to another note. It appears that Tylonol and Advil are simply American brands that get people used to the idea of having a small bottle and 50 pills for whenever, whereas here it’s a tiny box of 16 pills, varying strengths, and different names. In a way, I think this might be better, since it ... read more

Maybe it’s because I’m not a Londoner, that I love London so. I grew up in Sussex just an hour away from the capital, but the journey on the train was always so expensive that the only opportunities I had to experience life in the big city were when my parents would take me to watch sport. My Dad and I used to lose our voices singing "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" at the Twickenham rugby 'Sevens' each spring, and bring fleeces and flasks to watch cricket at Lord's or the Oval every summer. My Mum took me to the Olympia horse show in the Christmas holidays. Until I was fifteen I must have thought that the city was just a collection of sports grounds. The real London is still a mystery to me. I look forward ... read more

My brother Paul and I had an early start to the day (early by holiday standards at least). We headed off across London Bridge at 9am with what seemed like a procession of thousands heading into the City. We were meeting Paul's P.A Denise, her husband Dave and her Aussie friend "Mouse". I will be first to admit I had no idea who John Soane was prior to my arrival in London this week. When my brother recommended a visit to the Museum I asked "Who is John Soane?" Having visited the Museum I now think that Soane (one of England's greatest architects) would have to be one of England's most interesting characters and prolific collectors of artefacts. This museum would be one of my favourite places in London to visit. The weather today was cold ... read more