Deportation Party

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Mum and dad

Mum and dad

Thank you to everyone who came to my Deportation Party on Sunday night, and/or those who made a fuss at work today for my last day in the London office 🙂 The photos below are only a snapsnot, because so many wonderful people were there!

Let’s see now. I’ve given blood. I’ve packed… ur, mostly. I’ve caught Maya for a long overdue catch-up, had blue cheese pasta in Joshua’s new flat and had my last Indian takeaway tonight. I’ve even stolen some teabags from the kitchen for an emergency supply in case I get tea-withdrawal upon landing.

Time to fly!

The Keegan-Self Image

The Keegan-Self Image

Katie, me and Grace. I look a little odd.

Katie, me and Grace. I look a little odd.

You must know who these people are by now

You must know who these people are by now

Photo of the night!

Photo of the night!

My visa is real. I mean, really real. I mean, at the Embassy (after some prodigious queuing) they smiled and said that everything was fine and it was going to be real, but it was only once they’d posted my passport back to me (+$30 delivery fee) could I actually see that it was really real. This has several implications:

  • My goodbyes have probably not been premature
  • I really need to not lose my passport before Wednesday
  • Assuming the above, I’ll be moving country on Wednesday. Eep!

Some more goodbyes, then:

Boys of the family

Boys of the family

Me and Lucy

Me and Lucy

One final News Revue

One final News Revue

Nice problem to have: at the bottom of a very large pile of paper, I discovered a Watersones gift card. Despite it being 2014, you’re not able to check the balance online, so I duly trooped into Waterstones Piccadilly to check how much was on there. Answer: ÂŁ50! For books! Ah, but the sting in the tail – obviously I can’t just go around buying heavy books to lug across the Atlantic. Bottom line: if it’s your birthday coming up, I’ve got you a book. Hope that’s OK.

The Italians

The Italians

I keep saying goodbye to people! And usually following it up with “you should come to Chicago” – even to people I’ve just met, which is getting a little weird – which if they actually did so should earn me some brownie points from Illinois’s tourist board. Last weekend, for instance, my very favourite people from Groupon Italy were in town, so we went somewhere in Dalston where trendy people buy cold chips for ÂŁ452.50.

Julie!

Julie!

And with spectacular timing, my cousin Julie was also visiting that weekend, so we also got to meet, chat and pledge transatlantic visits. (If you’re wondering why I’m carrying a John Lewis bag, it’s because buying birthday presents for mothers is difficult without one.)

On Tuesday Caroline and Charles came for drinks around Angel, and reminded me how much I am really, really going to miss the politics+alcohol fuelled evenings our group has been having ever since the first year of uni. Especially when I point out that their revolutionary plan for moving Parliament out of London puts them in complete agreement with a certain Ken Livingstone.

The next day, I took advantage of still being in Europe to visit the Groupon France offices in Paris, and finally meet a bunch of people in person. (And, ur, also walk to the wrong address at first. Good job me.)

 

London = bus

London = bus

Paris = wine

Paris = wine

(Not done yet, sorry.) Next: Melissa for Friday night drinks, which had the added bonus of allowing me to say goodbye to the Corrib. Quite honestly, the truth about Melissa is that I never get tired of her conversation, and it’s been a privilege to have been able to share it even since I worked on School Wars.

Finally (for now) I popped up to Manchester to see Robert and Tash. Curiously, Robert and I chose to spend a fair chunk of this time watching Spy Kids: All the Time in the World which, as no doubt you will be aware, is the fourth film in the venerable Spy Kids franchise. I haven’t actually seen outings one, two or three, but I don’t think it’s strictly necessary to pick up the plot. Also, the final ten minutes feels a bit like a Republican commercial on ‘family values’: “it’s so IMPORTANT to SPEND TIME with your FAMILY” said all of the characters, many times, semi-threateningly.

But I’m safe, because Tash and I spent the rest of the weekend together eating tasty Indian food on the curry mile, feeding croissant to the ducks in the park (yes yes, probably not something you should do) and getting fed an amazing lunch cooked by Tash’s friend Yasmin. Who also threw in a baked Camembert, and conjured up much joy.

"This is my brother" "I could tell"

“This is my brother” “I could tell”

Tomorrow morning I pop down to the US Embassy for the next stage of Visa Quest: The Undiscovered Country. Wish me luck.

Travels

Travels

The Fridge Of Journeys

The Fridge Of Journeys

Remember the Fridge of Journeys?

In the last days of the flat, it’s time for a final tally. Impressive!