Guys bashing guys in the playground

Today was all about rugby, as from the moment I woke up until the early evening all time was spent around and at the Harlequins venue where a London premier league derby took place. Going all local watching this game in a sold-out stadium, eating hamburgers and drinking Guinness at the spectators’ seats, purchasing fans’ ware and cheering for the (eventually losing) team. David and I found out we don’t fully get the rules yet, but witnessing the match was about witnessing locals’ ideal Sunday leisure time as much as it was about watching sports. The journey there provided additional insight in how vast London and her suburbs are; the stadium was recommended by folks from work because of its ‘central’ location in London, yet still a half an hour train journey was required to get there. Big.

Writing down this small update occurs just after having nourished some great Indian snacks that David and I just picked up from our favourite Indian food stand (supposedly Pakistani but it does taste like genuine Indian food to me). Although I am in no position to complain about the furniture arrangement in my apartment (as everything is stacked in a fairly logical way), David’s living room leaves about a third empty, while his table and four chairs have been cramped in a corner between kitchen and couch. Supposedly designed by one of England’s best architects, I may be able to pursue a career in this field if I happen to fail as a banker, as England seems to be in dire need of in-house architectural talent. Ah well, the super-fast internet doesn’t allow opening a website half of the time either, so perhaps I shouldn’t take it all too literal.

As my initial dread and horror of travelling by Indian auto rickshaw over the months was replaced by me falling fast asleep in the back of these notorious vehicles in the midst of Delhi traffic, so my early fears of cycling in London are being replaced by a regular shot of adrenalin as David and I chase after one another on our rental bikes. Overtaking cars and buses, getting to know routes, and being in regular touch with the company owning the units because of yet another malfunctioning bicycle; fun is all that is driving me forward.

Daily shopping is done at Tesco, which I was already familiar with from Poland times. The units in the neighbourhood here cannot compare with the 24-7 vastness of half the Katowice shopping mall that Tesco in Poland was, but surely for my daily groceries they suffice, not to let unmentioned the ideal laundry basket PLUS drying unit that one of their shopping trolleys has become to function as in my apartment. Had the designer known of the ingenious new role one of his models currently fulfils in London he would have been beaming of pride.

Now I prepare for an early wake-up tomorrow, as I intend to leave work early for the London outbound journey described earlier. This week promises to be awesome for the remainder too, as Thursday will feature some classy lunch and dinner in town, plus a roof terrace drink at work. Friday visits from the gf, and midweek a promising vacancy that will surely be filled in with pure bliss and awesomeness in the way that London keeps surprising me. Let’s see and experience!