Jimothyk Road: London

Arriving in London after the great road trip of the south, I was happy to settle at a base for the time being and of course, keen to catch up with Jon, whom I hadn't seen since his departure here a year ago. As it would turn out, Andrew (Jon's brother) would be in town from Berlin at the same time, whom I also hadn't seen since his departure, so I was happy to have picked this time to visit. When I got to London I had to find my way to Jon's on my own. He had originally planned to. Meet me at Victoria station but he was called into work at the last minute. I tackled the tube no worries but when I got to Jon's, Andrew wasn't there so i found myself sitting in the stairwell waiting. Luckily he turned up shortly after I got there but he had to leave to meet some peeps, leaving me alone at Jon's. Soon after, the room mate Jon is having battles with turned up. He's a South Australian runaway, judgmental, coattail gripping, self absorbed queer with a really bad attitude. He ignored me rudely and locked himself in his room whilst playing Neil Young records at maximum volume... just to drown out the thought of me sitting quietly in the living space, I presume. Awkwardly, I began to drink sherry and write my previous entry, alone and in await of some friendlier company. Soon, a guy by the name of Tobias turned up to drink beer with "Jason" the fuck face. He was a lot friendlier, coming over and talking to me periodically and finally, insisting that I come into Jason's room and hang out with them, seeing as Jon was nowhere to be seen. I reluctantly agreed and soon found that even though Jason was still ignoring me, Tobias and I got on really well. A fellow fan of NFL, we talked for ages on the subject, even going through YouTube videos of great plays, much to penis breath's disgust.

I grew impatient with the night and reluctantly used my phone to call Jon to see where he was, as it was now 2 hours after he was supposed to have finished work and he was still not home. Turns out, a lack of communication led him to believe I was with Andrew and we were meeting him in town. So I quickly threw on a jacket and made for the tube to meet him. The first thing I noticed was the final station on the line I was on was called "Cockfosters" and I giggled. Apparently all Australians new to London find this particularly funny, hence the photo of Andrew and Jon with a can of Fosters in the cock position. Anyhow, I met Jon and we headed into town to see Unkle play at the Brixton Academy. Turns out that they are pretty fucking awesome live and I had an awesome night with Jon, Andrew and Marty (Jon's drummer). We went to some weird bars, one called the spread eagle, where the urinals are giant sets of lips that you piss into.

To be honest, my whole time in London is a bit of a blur for me now, so I'll just post some photos highlighting my time there.