My Longkang

Hello all!
Ah the pressure, on those setting off on so-called adventures, to report back substantial news. It’s been about six weeks and I confess that all I have to offer is merely ephemeral, trifling matters, but I’ll do my best to talk them up.

TRAVELS! I’ve been transporting myself long distances and going for fabulous runs through Wimbledon Common to look for Wombles, Yeading to race the geriatrics on their mobility carts and Alton fields to battle with the nasty stinging nettles that stick out their tentacles onto the paths. It’s travel of sorts. And I guess under this heading I should mention things like visiting many museums and other places.

DANGER!! I don’t think I’ve actually been in any danger myself but have witnessed more angry Londoners going off their nut in public: altercations, girl screaming matches, bus driver vs angsty teenager, cell phone tantys…

None at me yet, but perhaps it’s all more to do with a bit of a blurred line between the public and private sphere of the city, which may also explain the high rate of suck-off-your-face PDA on tubes, platforms, parks - a subject not really suited to the Danger-category… I digress.

ROMANCE! …well if *hypothetically* I was planning to score myself a nice English boy I decided I would look at a place like Henley Royal Regatta - where I went with sister, brother and several others on my birthday. Might as well have a nice man in a fancy-school blazer who’ll drive me in his flash car (with the top up so I don’t loose my posh hat). Henley was fascinating - I actually heard ‘Tally-Ho’ in proper context for the first time ever, when a toffy voiced gentleman in Tweed with wifey on his arm, excused himself from a conversation on the banks of the Thames with “well! Tally-ho, we’ll be off, see you by the by!”

I miss all of you… yes – even….you.

xLou