For a while, at least 
Yes dear long-suffering blog attendees, tomorrow morning I’m off to uni. Obviously, I’ll still blog. Obviously. But here it is, a tearful farewell to home. Goodbye, house where meals mysteriously get cooked and laundry done. Goodbye, Willesden, with your charming disregard for even paving stones. Goodbye, London, with your uniformly red buses and excitingly grimy city aura. If this was RV, Nic would already have added ‘in Cambridge’ to my banner in a cheerful red font, but it isn’t so he hasn’t.
Will miss you all!
I’ll be back 
In preparation for moving out, I’m going through the stacks and stacks of paper which managed to accumulate in my room over the past few years. Some things are making me smile, like:
- A paper aeroplane, described as ‘the magical, mathematical plane!’ except where someone (hmm, guess who..) has replaced this with ‘red plane’ and a hammer and sickle
- A sheet bravely entitled ‘How to pass A-Levels’ written during some dark day in Year 13
- The time I put myself on report, where Mr Moore has called me troublesome and petulant
- Posters stolen from Waseley and given to me, along with a party streamer
- Endless cartoons scribbled on otherwise serious work. King Louis XVI is attacked for leaving out the definitive article by an angry crowd of French people. A size zero girl in the shape of a giant zero. That kind of thing.
- The model answer given to us an example of how to answer the English Literature war exam. This was mightily depressing.
- A statistical formula on the probability of being a nasty girl
- Using the title ‘Mock Blake’ at the start of as many mock exams as I could
Oh, begone you paper!
Tonight was quite an emotional evening. Wonderful to go out to Camden with Joshua, Sanna, Robert, Emily and Saoirse and drink mango beer once again, though tinged by the thought that I probably won’t see any of them again for a while. Having said that, it was a really fun night, and using my swanky new digital camera I captured some great photos for the memories. Couldn’t really resist blogging a few, so here they are
You lot rock
Happy!
And so am I 😀
Amusing photo of Robert
Much love
Also, thanks to Marion for the new Sugababes song! Thought you deserved a mention 
Just back from a Cambridge party for London-based freshers (St. Mark’s Church, Old Marylebone Road) which was really, really good fun. Like speed-dating, we mingled from person to person, occasionally discovering someone doing the same subject, or going to the same college, or – exceptionally! – the same subject and the same college! These were special occasions indeed
Seriously though, every single person I spoke to was open and friendly, and it’s really made me excited about going to live around this talented bunch of people. People who are genuinely passionate about their subject too – I found a girl who matches my options exactly for the first year of History, and we had a good chat about how other people are silly for wanting to go and do ancient stuff rather than modern politics and suchlike 
(only kidding – there’s room for us all!)
Oh, and there was free wine. And the Cambridge guy told us we were all smart for choosing Cambridge (duh) and that “I saw the line of people queueing to get in here and thought I was outside a branch of Northern Rock…”
It’s high time to blog about my holiday in Russia, I think! Most of you will only be interested in the pictures, of course which are now live in the gallery, so go check ’em out.
And now a short(ish – I’ll try my best) diary of some of my holiday highlights and the occasional not-so-highlight:
Saturday
Flew to Moscow, and was highly amused and a little worried by the applause when the plane landed safely. Arrived at our ginormous hotel – with 25 floors and space for 3000 guests – and discovered for the first and not the last time that Russian food is not known for its glamour.
Sunday
City tour of Moscow! Though it rained a lot, and was cold, we still saw lots of cool things like Red Square, St Basil’s Cathedral and the outside of Lenin’s tomb. Mum bought socks for her poor wet feet.
Monday
We toured the Metro system – and yes, I do mean toured – because it’s incredibly artistic and beautiful in some of the stations, filled with socialist paintings of the happy happy Soviet workers in their happy happy (former) country. The Metro itself is brilliantly functional by the way – trains are advertised as coming every 3 minutes but in practice it seems even quicker, putting London rather to shame. Later we braved the fortress of the Kremlin.
Tuesday
Visited a monastery out of town, and saw a monk on a mobile. In the bus on the way, our guide told us about life in the Soviet union, and the day she became friends with a girl whose grandfather had been in the Politburo and had enjoyed an equal life slightly more equal than her equal life. We also learnt that after the collapse of the USSR you could purchase the flat you’d been living in for a minimal amount, but lost most of your money. That night we saw a Russian show and then caught the overnight train to St. Petersburg which was very exciting, and I’m now demanding that Virgin add little two-person cabins with beds to their routes immediately.
Wednesday
Arrived in St. Petersburg, toured the slightly more European city (though Moscow was already very ‘Western’), checked into the new hotel and grabbed a bite to eat. I had a hamburger. It was delicious. Toward the end of the day, however, the cost-benefit analysis of eating a delicious hamburger became clear as I started to feel ill, culminating in a bit of a bad night and…
Thursday (AKA ‘Bad Day’)
I stayed in my room all day on my own with food poisoning and a headache. If I was forced at gunpoint to rate the days in order, I’m pretty sure this would be fairly low down.
Friday
Happiness and smiles people – today made up for the bad day! We visited a palace with stunning rooms, gardens and fountains, where (hilariously) a two-man band decided to play the British national anthem followed by Greensleeves for us as we got off the bus. On our return mother and I were sitting around in the hotel lobby having a drink when we suddenly decided to head for the Hermitage. This is an amazing art collection, bursting to the seams with Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet, Matisse, Leonardo da Vinci… basically everyone, ever. Whilst mum’s tour on Thursday had only covered a tiny portion of it, today we had under an hour to run through room after room of French impressionist painting which was slightly funny in its own right.
Saturday
Surely, Saturday might occupy some high position in the gallery of crazy days. Waking up at 3.30 in the morning UK time, we flew home into Heathrow. Dad met us at the airport and drove us home where our road had chosen today to hold a street party, so everything was alive with children, food and flags. I only had a few hours to bask in this novelty of community before re-packing and setting off for Lucy’s 18th birthday gathering (happy birthday for today!), bumping into Rishal and Manoj on the way to the Tube station. So, Russia -> London -> Birmingham in one day of travelling! Lovely evening though and it was great to see certain people again after too long.
Phew! OK, if you’re still reading, bear with me because I’m almost done. I’m now at my aunt’s house for three days whilst she’s away and builders are in, which is a nice foreshadowing of living alone at uni I guess. Which is… less than two weeks away now! Wow! I’ve just managed to join Facebook in preparation, so come and and add me as your friend and we’ll bake some Facebook cakes together or something, yeah?
(Oh, and I almost forgot… I saw Knocked Up on Sunday. Good!)
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