19,53 £

I was at Saintsbury's to do some shopping yesterday. After the cashier started scanning my items I realised that I forgot to draw some cash before. Ok, actually I thought there was enough left, but apparently I invested to much money in pints on Friday. However, I checked and had 19,32 £ in my wallet. Hmm, not too much. Quick check, yes, another 21p in my pocket. That's 19,53 in total. Shit. I didn't have my credit card with me, only my German debit card and they always charge me for using it here. After the cashier scanned the last item I saw the total sum: 19,53 £. Not kidding! I should have played lotto this day!

TfL hates me

I decided to use TfL this morning to have some pints this evening after a long week. Two options: walk five minutes and take the bus for 1 £ or walk for 15 minutes, pay 2 £ and take the tube. The bus usually takes ages in the morning, so I went for the tube. I topped up my Oyster Card, walked 15 minutes to Bounds Green Station and waited 15 minutes for the Piccadilly Line to arrive until they announced that the there's currently no service. Great! So out of the station again, hopefully they didn't charge me for my joyful time in the station!
I was not in the mood to walk 20 minutes up to Muswell Hill again, so I took the bus. I tought as I wanted to spend 2 £ anyway and they (hopefully) didn't charge me, I can spend the money on the bus. When I touched my Oyster Card on the reader in the bus, I could read that they did in fact charge me for this fantastic stay in the hot, smelly station. 1 quid! Grrrrr. With the bus from Muswell Hill to central London I spent 3 quid in total for a journey of about 90 minutes. Of course that's quite good concerning money/minute, but that's not what I was looking for!

Not a fucking problem

On my way to uni this morning, a motorbike and a car collided slightly but not too bad. The car driver got out of his car and the guy with the dismounted. Then they started to shout at each other.

Bike: "You were using your fucking mobile."
Car: "Your fucking motorbike hit my fucking car."
Bike: "Fuck blah, fucking blah mobile"
Car: "Fucking bike blah, fuck blah."

After exchanging several arguments, all including at least two forms of fuck, enough was said and the problem was solved. Both guys continued driving.

Just want to recommend some bands. I was at a gig Saturday evening with Max and Steph at ULU. Unfortunately not many people around. The bands were quite good though and the guy, who announced the bands was fantastic. Whenever the bands had to rearrange he played some songs on his guitar together with a excellent beatbox performance. Great. I quite liked the first band called "Rotating Leslie" and the last one called "Officer Kicks". So check them out!

Afterwards we went to "Maison Touaregue", a Moroccan restaurant/bar in Greek Street. The bar downstairs is open until 3 am. It's quite cozy, you can sit on a sofa and smoke the water pipe and listen to some sort of 80's/90's disco music, which honestly is a bit out of place. I would appreciate some music that goes with the sofas and the water pipe ;-)

Flash Gordon around

I was outside in front of our building with Mo for short break, when a man drove by with his bike. This guy was wearing lycras and we were complaining about that. What's the point in lycras other then showing your balls to everybody around? Anyway, Mo was pointing at him and saying something like "why the hell is he wearing lycras?" when a grumpy old man passed by and muttered: "Yeah, sick! Fucking Flash Gordon, isn't it?".