Last Weekend Part 1

Had a pretty good weekend, which started on Thursday (yay!). This weekend is starting on Wednesday evening, and so's the one after this. And then I have a three month holiday! Life is good :)

I left my phone in London, so was completely cut off in Crewe from everyone. I had asked Jughead if she wanted to accompany me to a conference on Chechnya on Friday in London, and she had agreed but I unfortunately had no means of contacting her as she doesnt have a phone either. It worked out in the end, Jug displaying good sense in calling Mr C and informing him of her plans.

We got off to a shaky start on Friday morning, by missing our tube stop and having to backtrack, which made us late. However, this was a good thing in the end as the first person we saw when we got there was Dr Khassan Baiev himself! I couldn't quite convince myself it was him so I looked up his photo in my book. Jug was trying to persuade me to talk to him but was feeling very starstruck and overwhelmed so couldn't pluck up the courage at the time. I went and spoke to him a bit later, and got my book signed. As soon as I can figure out how, I'll post a picture. In fact I think it's high time I posted some pics anyway.

Mid-conference, Jug and I decided to have a wander round London, in order to justify having paid a ridiculous amount for our peak time travelcards. We found a nice malaysian place on edgware road where we had lunch, then had hot chocolates, following which we went to Pout and passed a pleasant half hour. On my recommendation, Jug slapped on a lot of Pout Plump, a very minty lipgloss. We then went out into the cold..then the menthol really hit us..it was agony, like holding an ice cube to your mouth. My theory is that if your lips are really really cold then the rest of you will feel warmer.

On the tube back to SOAS (where the conference was), I hadn't got round to holding on to the pole thing and ended up nearly falling and putting my foot down - very HARD - on a lady's foot. I don't think it helped that they were heels either. After yelping with considerable force, she managed to swallow her anger and pain and even responded quite pleasantly to my profuse apologies. It was a most humiliating incident, especially as everyone was joking about it and Jug kept throwing me reproachful looks and shaking her head.