Sometimes when I am riding home at night, this strange feeling comes over me. I can't believe that I'm living here, in one of the biggest cities in Europe, riding a scooter like it was second nature past world-famous landmarks, dodging black cabs through rain filled streets and over scenic bridges. I think it must be the scooter that makes me feel this way, because I have lived and worked in other big cities, where I passed by the White House or rode across the Golden Gate Bridge without it feeling strange. It is something about speed combined with the feeling of being outside, something you can't get in a car or on a bicycle, nor through pubic transport.
Some strange little bits:
I know where the designated feeding area for cats is at the British Museum. I also know one spot where it is prohibited to feed cats at the British Museum because I fired two different kinds of fire extinguishers on a permanent sign stating this information.
One night while stopped at a light in the rain along side a cab a man in the back was staring at me. He then rolled down his window and pretended to take out his wallet and ask "how much? I'll take it!" He was not, referring to me of course, but to my whacky scooter.
I am addicted to Franz Ferdinand. There is this one guitar lick in the opening track "Jacqueline" that reminds me of a Dead Kennedy's song. It makes me feel old. Old and ROCKIN'!
I took this outside my window. The kitchen faces south and gets a lot of sun in the mornings, but it still doesn't do much to keep the place warm. It feels like its just getting colder and colder.
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