Dating long distance

A couple posts ago I mentioned meeting a couple of guys at the Blitz Party.  Over the next couple of months N and I got to chatting online, texting, chatting on the phone and even meeting up on a stopover I made on my way to Cornwall (he lived in Devon).

He made me laugh, was kind. intelligent, and though originally I didn't think anything would come of it when we exchanged contact information at the Blitz Party I soon found I like him and enjoyed our chats, and I was very glad my flatmate had chatted up his friend those couple of months back.  The catch of course was he lived in Devon. Encouragingly he did think that London was a possibility and he was up for a change.  When in March he got made redundant the process of making the move got under way.  In the mean time though our relationship was a long distance one.  This meant many hours on trains, learning how to get the best deals for those tickets, lots more calls, texts and messaging on line.

The good thing about long distance is you make the most of the time you have together. It also means the normal dating pattern doesn't exist. In some ways it slows things down, and at the same time other things happen faster. On visits we were staying with each other, and in N's situation this meant staying at his parents because he had rented out his place.  Meeting the parents on the 3rd date (though we had known each other for months and months by this time) and staying over at their house isn't something I've experienced before.  Luckily for me not only is N fantastic but he comes from a great family who are very welcoming.

We made the most of those first months, and his car before he sold it, and made lots of road trips.  We toured the west country and then went north to somewhere I've wanted to go for years, Alton Towers (more on that tomorrow).

Things have come a long way, and I still enjoy every minute with him and he still makes me laugh like no one else.

Darts, a Christmas Tradition

During my first year at Sky Sports one of the girls (who is a darts fan) organized a table at the World Darts Championship at Alexandria Palace after work. I was convinced to go as there was a Canadian who had won in the past, and he would be playing. Ever since have made it a regular tradition of my Christmas season here in England.

Part of the fun is watching the crowd (many of whom are in costume) who are very enthusiastic, hoping to get some air time when the camera pans the fans. Of course the game can be exciting, and watching the players when they do their walk on with the walk on girls, and their chosen theme song on is interesting too. The Canadian, nicknamed Darth Maple, uses the Star Wars theme music for his walk on.  I have been in the VIP section, the regular tables, and the cheap seats in the bleachers, all in all it is good fun with singing, dancing, and lots of beer.

View from the cheap seats.

View from the table seats.

Dartswear.

Doing the darts dance. Serious stuff.

Party like it's 1945!

After getting back from Paris it was time to start getting ready for The Blitz Party!  A party under train arches in Shoreditch, themed as 1940's war time.  After searching through the vintage clothings shops and coming up with nothing my flatmate had a Next dress in her closet that was 1940's tea dress style and fit perfectly! Out came the red lipstick and an attempt was made to create Victory rolls in my hair. Not as easy as it looks despite the many You Tube tutorials I watched. 

There were lots of men in uniform. Nathan and Jon who we met just before the end of the night (I had let my hair down at this point).  

The night finished in 2009 style at the Kebab shop in Camden. 

Paris and Liverpool - a bit of a contrast.

One thing I learned in my job is that if I am going to take time off best take a whole week. I work on shows that run every week for the most part, in taking a week off I just skip a week and start all over again in the following week. My job is a bit like the movie Groundhog Day but lasts a week rather than a day. If I take a day then I usually end up having to make up that work on the other days left, not really the point in taking a day off.  So I booked a week off the beginning of October and spent part of it in Liverpool and part in Paris (now there is contrast for you!).

LIVERPOOL

Liverpool I really liked, there was a good vibe, a nice mix of old and new downtown area was fairly compact so good for wandering around. The night life seems good, I think it would be a fun night out with a bunch of friends. I went to Alma de Cuba Saturday night a gorgeous bar in a former catholic church where at 11pm Friday and Saturday nights they have Brazilian dancers (and a petal drop). Great atmosphere, yummy cocktails, and such fun.

This is the 12 room hotel I stayed in called Parr Street Hotel, it has 3 studios on premise, a bar and 12 rooms. I would recommend it, good location, and a nice change to large hotels.

Of course being a Beatles fan I did the tour and spent some time at the Cavern Club, which was lots of fun singing along to Beatles tunes.

Liverpool surprised me with how modern it was. The old buildings down on the water are also nicely done up, full of shops, restaurants and cafes in the old warehouses. Liverpool has a good mix of the old and new going on.

This is part of a park which is amongst the shopping above (it is actually the roof)

PARIS

Paris, it was a bit what I was expecting, a large city with some parts more French than others. I am not a fan of big cities when travelling now that I live in one myself. It was still exciting after all my travels to see the Eiffel tower and experience the Eurostar.

The Eurostar, gets you to Paris in just over 2 hours. It was amazing, you could really feel the power and speed of the train. The only way to travel, so much better than dealing with airports.  And Kings Cross being only 15 minutes from the flat makes it even easier.

Obligatory shot with the Eiffel tower. In front of me were lots of men selling miniature versions of the tower (10 key chains for 10EUR anyone?) It was a bit surreal seeing it in person.

French are masters of design and there were fantastic houses and surprises around most corners. Would love to see the inside of these places.

The sun did come out. It ended up being far to warm for the clothes I packed for the rest of the trip, which was a bonus.

Part of the Louvre. I didn't attempt it this time around it is enormous.

After I arrived, I got rid of my bags, then off to my city tour via Segway, it may be a bit geeky but they look like such fun, and it turns out they are. A great way to cover a lot of ground with out tiring your feet out as well.

Musee d'Orsay, an old train station beautifully done up as an art Museum.

One of the eating areas in the Museum, I loved the open clock window.

The Museum's displays were fanatic, nothing in the galleries to distract from the art.

Loved this door down the ally behind a first door.

A closer look.

Sacre Coeur is at the highest point in Paris so all those sitting on the steps are overlooking the city, and watching buskers, a fantastic place to be on a warm evening.  You can take a funicular up but I went hard core and hiked it. After walking back down I explored the area Montmartre for a bit.  It is a fantastic little neighbourhood, sort of the French version of Notting Hill and like Notting Hill has become famous and prices have gone up due to movies like Amelie. It has also been popular with artists such as Salvador Dali, Monet, van Gough, and Picasso.

After wandering Montmartre for a bit, I found a table outside a nice looking, very French style, restaurant to have dinner. I ordered steak tartare and the waitress was kind enough to remind me it was raw (I knew there was something about it I should be remembering!) I stuck with it though and it was pretty good.  While finishing up a man asked if he could share the table with me and we got to talking, it turned out he was a location manager, he does what used to be my dream job (location scout).  It was a great ending to the day, meeting a real French person randomly. It is encounters like that which makes travelling on your own fun. 

Loving the Metro signs.

Random shots of Camden

Camden Town, my neighbourhood of over 2 years, here are some random photos of the area.

The cat that lives in the Market, I named him Camden. Such a handsome cat.

I thought the 2 cars looked cute together, loving the Fiat 500.

Looks like it belongs in a village somewhere in the country side.

A lit up at night.

Before the market crowds hit on a Sunday morning.