It was supposed to become a nice evening everything was planned more or less thoroughly. Firstly Casino Royale in Fulham Broadway Cinema VUE, Secondly The Waysters live in the Archway Tavern. The third appointment was not planned, not yet. But it came what may and one action led to the next like a one secment of a chain leads to the next link until you come to the weakest segment in the chain that can't stand the pressure.
After a long day in the British Library which is situated between King's Cross Sankt Pancras and Euston Station, having read in books, written a proposal with the illustrative but imaginative purpose to establish a Cricket Club as an extra curricular activity at school, I was merely hungry. Longing for a proper English fastfood I went earlier to fulham in order to have plenty of time for eating Fish&Chips. It was 1.5 hours to the meeting at the VUE which led to the improvement of living standard. I had the choice between Piccadilly and Victoria Line both would bring me to the broadway with the only difference Piccadilly meant going backwards a few steps down Euston Road and Victoria would show me a new views. My dicision was easy after I had improved my lifestyle earlier this day by taking the bus in the bright sunshine (I'm on the bright site of life...) instead of using the underground but losing time I went up the road to Euston station, took Victoria Line, listened to Nova International and read Hermann Hesse's "Unterm Rad" which I had found in my college's library. Unfortunately I didn't hear the important notice from the off that told me that District Line was clodesed at Victoria Station.
All this made me more and more hungry and when I finally reached Fulham I would eat everything. I couldn't get my beloved Fish&Chips, rushed to get a Kebap, back to cinema, got a ticket while I was eating my strange doener whaich is in London so different from what I was used to in Germany. Anyway, 007 met all my expectations, in fact it was better than I had thought. It has found back to more style and is an actionpacked movie, I simply like it.
I went to the place where the waysters were supposed to play. The Archway is an interesting place for gigs which provides people in the back of the room with a live tv supply. We decided to sit down on the sofa for I wasn in such a good mood since I had heard about my preferred band's cancellation. Headaching and with the feeling of making the best of it, Britta and me were talking making jokes and just had fun. It was nice but not like one of these gigs where you can't stop jumping around in an overpowering emotion of ecstasy.
Finally we went to Belushi's which is my most frequent used pub in London. It has a blue exterior and the inside is stuffed with postered of movies, bands and other interesting people living flat on the wall. My head became heavier and heavier after a while as if it wouldn't have remembered the massage I had in The Archway. I felt my face turning from beige to white and an hour later in McDonnald's it must had turned green. The way home was a horror for I had been waiting and waiting and waiting in the cold dead of night. I started shivvering and still the bloody bus didn't turn up. A different bus took me a few bus stops from where I went home to see the right bus arriving almost the same time at my bus stop to get off. But merely I couldn't have knowen...
My bed was really glad to see me and kept me inside its duvets until my body has been recovered and I have been able to sit down at the computer to wright this story. I bet there are hundreds of tense mistakes but I don't feel like correcting now. I'll do it later...!
After a long day in the British Library which is situated between King's Cross Sankt Pancras and Euston Station, having read in books, written a proposal with the illustrative but imaginative purpose to establish a Cricket Club as an extra curricular activity at school, I was merely hungry. Longing for a proper English fastfood I went earlier to fulham in order to have plenty of time for eating Fish&Chips. It was 1.5 hours to the meeting at the VUE which led to the improvement of living standard. I had the choice between Piccadilly and Victoria Line both would bring me to the broadway with the only difference Piccadilly meant going backwards a few steps down Euston Road and Victoria would show me a new views. My dicision was easy after I had improved my lifestyle earlier this day by taking the bus in the bright sunshine (I'm on the bright site of life...) instead of using the underground but losing time I went up the road to Euston station, took Victoria Line, listened to Nova International and read Hermann Hesse's "Unterm Rad" which I had found in my college's library. Unfortunately I didn't hear the important notice from the off that told me that District Line was clodesed at Victoria Station.
All this made me more and more hungry and when I finally reached Fulham I would eat everything. I couldn't get my beloved Fish&Chips, rushed to get a Kebap, back to cinema, got a ticket while I was eating my strange doener whaich is in London so different from what I was used to in Germany. Anyway, 007 met all my expectations, in fact it was better than I had thought. It has found back to more style and is an actionpacked movie, I simply like it.
I went to the place where the waysters were supposed to play. The Archway is an interesting place for gigs which provides people in the back of the room with a live tv supply. We decided to sit down on the sofa for I wasn in such a good mood since I had heard about my preferred band's cancellation. Headaching and with the feeling of making the best of it, Britta and me were talking making jokes and just had fun. It was nice but not like one of these gigs where you can't stop jumping around in an overpowering emotion of ecstasy.
Finally we went to Belushi's which is my most frequent used pub in London. It has a blue exterior and the inside is stuffed with postered of movies, bands and other interesting people living flat on the wall. My head became heavier and heavier after a while as if it wouldn't have remembered the massage I had in The Archway. I felt my face turning from beige to white and an hour later in McDonnald's it must had turned green. The way home was a horror for I had been waiting and waiting and waiting in the cold dead of night. I started shivvering and still the bloody bus didn't turn up. A different bus took me a few bus stops from where I went home to see the right bus arriving almost the same time at my bus stop to get off. But merely I couldn't have knowen...
My bed was really glad to see me and kept me inside its duvets until my body has been recovered and I have been able to sit down at the computer to wright this story. I bet there are hundreds of tense mistakes but I don't feel like correcting now. I'll do it later...!
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