At this point in my life I don't exist outside the World Cup.
It's fun.
Except for when England play.
Then it isn't fun. Not at all.
Other than that? Nothing. No cinematicity, no hilarious escapades or hi-jinks in London town, nothing.
Oh, actually, I got a haircut at a very funny place in Angel - little English spoken by the barber, which in itself is not funny, but when you're trying to describe how you want your hair cut, and all you're being answered with is a blank stare... well... I chuckled, anyway. I even had to pick up the thinning scissors to show that I wanted him to use them. Still, only a fiver.
Also developing wanderlust on quite a scale, mainly because I think it has finally struck me: university is over, and I am now free. I can do whatever I want. So what's to stop me, eh?
Well, the World Cup, of course.