Well i have now expressed my passion for traveling, so this is just another installment into my little world of traveling. Firstly i would like to start on how i actually started my journey with my two friends Anu and Florence. Ayse decided to join us and come to London for the night. We met with Florence at Bournemouth Airport, more about that later.
Step 1. Me Ayse and Anu caught the national express coach from Penzance at 12.00pm and then arrived in the busy Friday night of london at 9.45pm. London was full of life. Crowds of people waiting at Victoria Tube station ready for their nights ahead. The que for ticket machine was horrendous. People shouting, conversations running high. Me and Ayse went out into London and Anu went home for the night. Firstly Ayse and myself hit oxford Street. We exited the station and was approached by a bicycle taxi to get to the elite club China white. So we went on teh bike for exactly three minutes and was charged ten pounds- RIP OFF, oh well i had never been on one before, so anyways arrived at the nightclub. We have been several clubs like this in the pass, i wasn’t expecting much really to be honest. We qued for a moment and was asked to pay twenty pounds, lucky for us we happened to be on the guest list thank goodness.
The club had a really dark entrance, we were ushered downstairs, the walls were all mirrowed with big bamboo sticks in front, lightly lit with an orange tinge. Looking around the clubs there were groups of well dressed individuals. Someone in my eye view was even supporting the latest Gucci installment. What did suprise me was the price of drinks, i thought a simple Coca Cola would cost me an arm and a leg. Only costing two pounds fifty, was an absolute bargain. The club already going up in my estimations.
The music ranged from R nb to the latest chart music. Even Kurt Kobain was dropped in with his infamous hit Smells like teen spirit. I must admit China White was like a dance off, i felt like a sore thumb there.
Coming out of the club at Four am, we had the greatest pleasure of seeing Oxford Street at night after the shops all closed. I do believe like its Neighboring City New York, London too is a city that never sleeps. Everyone was happy, just enjoying the Early London Morning. Venturing to Picadilly Circus, just outside Boots was a Late night Trumpet player with a huge crowd of people around him whilst playing White Stripes. I even caught it on film. Heading now for the nearest warm place we walked round looking for interesting places to go in. We walked through China Town, however not before we bumped into a gang of one eyed people on the way, they tried to pull us back and talk. We quickly hurried on. Ayse nearly getting knocked over, was stopped by a Turkish man that rides the bike taxi’s. I do wonder when these riders actually stop working for a good nights sleep this being five am by now. Discussing where to go, we were pesuaded to go on the bike and ride to find the nearest open Gay club called Heaven near Trafalgar Square. Swooshing in and out of Soho and China Town with the brisk cold air, i through enjoyed to see London this early in the morning. It was as if it was two o’clock in the afternoon, i wonder what people do this time in the morning. Probably the same as us Arriving at the Club a mere ten minute bike ride later, the club was closed, we were told if we came on the next night it would be open to twelve o’clock the next day. Great! We kindly asked the bike rider to take us back to Leicester Square where i knew there were Casinos open. On the journey back, the rider had an argument with two police officers for going through a Red traffic light and to make matters worse he then had another argument with another taxi driver. After this we asked to get off as soon as possible. Think he growing tired by this point now. We were dropped outside a late night sandwich shop.
Now struggling what to do, i decided to find the nearest open casino. The first one we tried to get into had to huge bouncers guarding the entrance. I was told i would have to hug him then i would be let in. Telling him a few words, we now hating the cold, tried to get into another one called Gala. Just across from Mcdonalds. On the doorway a man wearing a bright blue velvet jacket stopped us. “You have to be members!”. Telling him we were avid gamblers, he threatened us not to join just to go to the lavatory. What was the first we did went straight to the toilet! The casino was dark in the entrance then when you go into the main room was full of men and women surrounding small tables. Everyone very concentrated. After a couple of minutes of scoping the place out, we saw a man being restrained by two security guards. Pushing and shoving, he was thrown out onto the pavement. Not a good start.
Whilst our time in there was warm and relatively friendly, we decided to move on. The security guard fell in love with my friend and kept trying to talk to her on the way out. I even managed to get a snap of them! Much to her annoyance 🙂 Mcdonalds was our next stop in town (well the closest)…. I know what people mean when they say Mcdonalds is dangerous. Well the one in Leceister Square is. After we purchased our drinks, a man stood in the window and pretended to put wire around his neck and hang himself. This was not good, but also to make it worse, the bouncer from the casino came to talk to my friend again for fifteen minutes, telling her he couldn’t let her leave without saying goodbye. Haha.
After this charades, it was almost time for us to set off back to the Hostel near Victoria. The only problem was Ayse by this point was finding it extremely hard to walk in her high wedges. It was a hard trek to get to Victoria, since we didnt want to get the tube, we decided to get a Taxi, but at this point Florence was unreachable and we couldn’t remember where the hostel was 😦 The Taxi just dropped us off near to Victoria Station, i vaguely remembered where it was but wasn’t syre. Finally we got through to Florence and she gave us the code to get in. We were so cold now, I just needed to get inside somewhere. The owner warned us about coming in to just sleep, we had to prove to him we were coming to get Florence.
gazines fit all categories and don’t aim to offend any particular type of woman. When analyzing Vogue, this is a magazine that touches the hearts of everyone. Making the reader somewhat feel I can’t be apart of this. However I can fantasize about it. In the late film “The September Issue” focusing on Anna Wintour the chief editor of the US Vogue, believes people are threatened by fashion. Saying “Fashion is a way of life”. Females in this position of the hierarchy are perceived, as I hate to say it but “Ball Breakers”. ” The problem for men is that to be more like women in anyway public or personal is to accept a downgrading of status in social and sexual terms and risk being seen as less of a man on both fronts. The situation is different for women. For a woman to be more culturally masculine as many women are and want to be, implies some upgrading of social status”. (Minsky. R 2003).
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