Writing this whilst on the train with Morven waiting to leave St Pancras Int. station in London to go to Paris.
It was awesome to finally meet up with Morven at the Marble Arch hotel. Unfortunately I told her the wrong arrival time so she wasn’t expecting me so early, & so the plans to meet at the airport were foiled. As soon as I got into the hotel I was excited to finally stop travelling, and jumped onto the bed. BAD MOVE!!! It was a water bed, … but… more like a “slate of granite rock with a film of water” bed.
We went out for dinner at an Italian restaurant called Eat Roman near Leicester Square, and both ate baked pasta meals which were possibly the best pasta dishes we’ve ever had. We drank an Italian Pinot Grigio Blush Rosé, and had an enormous Triple Chocolate Glory for desert. Mmmmm yummy. We then walked around Leicester Square looking for a good night club. We asked around and someone recommended Storm Nightclub for our taste of music, so we paid £12 each to get in and found it was crap music, and hardly anyone in there anyway. So we decided to go to Fabric Nightclub which involved the tube. It was even more expensive, £16 each, but a lot more exciting. I was really glad we had our ‘Hearoes’ ear protector plugs with us, because it was so loud you could feel your internal organs swooshing around. Definitely going to be a generation of deaf people, but Not us! We didn’t stay for long though because Morven was feeling a bit sick. I like to think she was love sick but in reality I think she had too much wine.
The next morning we went to the London Dungeon, and on the way got breakfast from Prêt à Manger and were very glad which we ate sitting next to the Marble Arch monument in the corner of Hyde Park. Yummy melted cheese on pastry thingys, and chocolate croissants with fresh orange juice – yummy!
We were glad to have our fast-track tickets for the London Dungeon otherwise would not have got in! It was good fun, but hardly as educational as we thought it could have been. It was more aimed at scaring people. We still had a lot of fun, but I think Morven was a bit too hungover for seeing dummy models having their intestines being ripped out, or watching a demonstration of how to remove a tongue. also at the last minute she wussed out of going on the extremis 7m death drop ride!
We then went to Hays Galleria between London Bridge & Tower Bridge for lunch, which we ate overlooking the River Thames. Then we went to the London Eye, and again were very glad to have fast-track tickets because there was an enormous queue, but we didn’t have any queue at all so saved heaps of time. Morven really enjoyed it, and we got some nice photos.
That night we had a nap before going out for dinner, which we had just off of Oxford St near the hotel, at Pizza Express which is coincidentally the same chain as Eat Roman. We had some very delicious pizza, and were very tired. On the way to dinner I saw the perfect sleeveless hoodie top, from a shop called The Officers Club, but unfortunately couldn’t buy it because it was closed. It made me very sad 
I also found a very nice t-shirt in a store in Knightsbridge (which we went to in the afternoon to take a photo for my parents) called Harvey Nichols, but it cost £535. I really can’t ubderstand this, because even if the cotton was hand woven it still shouldn’t cost so much. I know designer labels are meant to be expensive, but this is ridiculous!
Morven packed all her stuff that night, which was a huge ordeal as her case was overweight before we left, & she has done loads of shopping. Thankfully we’ll be offloading gifts in Scotland so it should sort itself out.
So now we’re on the EuroStar train which will take us under the sea to Paris. I’m quite excited about this tunnel engineering wise, but am afraid all I’m likely to see is blackness! Morven is happy eating Lindt chocolate (nothing but the best, for the best) & reading her book.
I’ve taken so long to write this on my PDA that we’re now above ground in France!
