Rule Britannia

After two miserable penniless days in New York, Joe and I said goodbye to the big adventure and flew home. We were delighted to be travelling with BA.

"May I have a white wine please, Mr Air Steward?"
"Certainly, why not have two?"

Hello again delicious binge-drinking culture.

I am terribly sorry for not writing sooner - I know there are hundreds of you pining for my pithy wit... but the excitement of English things has been so overwhelming that I have mostly been sleeping for two weeks. Well, sleeping and eating cheese. Oh, and securing gainful employment. Score.

I am currently having a jolly break in Cornwall. I really needed a holiday after those three months off. Top moments so far have included dinner with the next door neighbours aka the most Cornish people in existence. I discovered that they refer to me as Cinderella because apparently the first time they saw me I was rather overdressed for village life. Now I don't remember each sartorial choice I have ever made but find it hard to believe that I helped Mum move house whilst sporting a ball gown. Clearly there are different standards at play here.

I am very much enjoying pretending to be a student on summer holidays and travelling around in a purple Clio containing five girls (friends, not random chumps found on the beach), five enormous handbags (belonging to said friends), two binbags loaded with rubbish (damn foxes) and a set of golf clubs (don't ask). I am also enjoying "helping" round the house i.e. putting things in the wrong places and accidentally throwing out the compost. Whoops. The joys of temporarily living at home.

I am not sure what to do with the blog now I am back. I have very much enjoyed writing it but am not narcissistic enough to think people want to read about my everyday adventures (today I woke up, got the train and went to work. I had soup for lunch. A man sneezed on me on the way home), so perhaps I shall have to pretend to still be travelling?

Back to the big smoke soon anyway so ideas on a postcard please....

Previously on the West Wing

We have been in Washington DC for three days now and have seen the White House, the Capitol, and the outsides of lots of other attractions (too hot to queue to get in). I keep hoping we might see some of the West Wingers and then have to remind myself that it is in fact a TV programme and the people are actors. Very upsetting.

Through watching the complete West Wing about six times I thought I had a good understanding of American politics. This turned out to be completely false. Joe and I were sitting on the steps of the Capitol and I confessed that I did not, in fact, really understand the US political system at all. He tried patiently to explain it to me while I fiddled with my nail varnish and forgot to listen. He then had to explain again. I'm still not sure I've cracked it to be honest but it's probably not that important. Separation of powers off.

We are staying in a very bizarre establishment which seems to be a hotel cum halfway house. There are various people here who are clearly not on holiday and come to breakfast with their own bread. We have to share a bathroom which is a real treat. The best part is that we are conveniently located for everything, including the George Washington University student hangouts. We have been "carded" several times and enjoyed several happy hours. GWU looks quite a lot like Bristol but with frat houses. Each frat house has it's name in symbols on the door - you know, the kappa gamma motor neurones or whatever - and its inhabitants sit outside drinking out of those red cups you see on American films. Jealous.

Tomorrow we climb aboard the Megabus (keeping up the tradition of travelling in style), and head to the Big Apple. We met someone yesterday from New York and asked her for recommedations of things to do. Her response? The NBA store and the M&M store. Seriously. Next time someone asks me what they should do in London I am going to send them to Niketown.

The end.

Chicago: The Windy City

Of course Truro is the actual windy city but we'll let the people of Chicago have their little claim to fame.

We arrived here on Saturday, courtesy of the Megabus, after being dragged away from the comfort of Heather and Jamie's place in St Louis. Unfortunately we managed to lose the camera somewhere between the bus and the hotel. More unfortunate still is that is contained the photos from Thailand and the States which we hadn't uploaded yet. Someone, somewhere is looking at a very odd bunch of pictures.

Continuing the theme of unfortunate incidences, someone has used Joe's card to go to DisneyWorld. No, it wasn't me. Barclays have very considerately blocked his account, even to him, so that's great. I hope Mickey Mouse punched the fraudster in the face.

We spent Saturday and Sunday night in the Chinatown hotel, situated in... yep you guessed it, Chinatown. It was very convenient for downtown so we had a great day shopping, looking at the sights and eating traditional deep pan pizza. The hotel was populated by some kind of biting creature - bedbugs? Fleas? So that was nice. It reminded us of India. We had some of the worst Chinese food known to man but did manage to find a karaoke bar afterwards. We didn't sing - Joe is too traumatised from the time I signed him up to do American Pie in Earlsfield  -  but thoroughly enjoyed ourselves watching the attempts of others.

We are now on the outskirts of the city in a Howard Johnson (cheap Travelodge type place) because we have an early flight to Washington DC in the morning. I found out, to my horror, that we can't actually go inside the White House, but we're going to stand outside and sing the West Wing theme tune. Hopefully that's not a federal crime. DC is apparently famous for being very humid so we'll probably be sweating all over the national landmarks as well as singing. Excellent.