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This will have to be a really quick post because I'm strapped for time if I'm going to visit Cyberdog again before leaving.
Anyway, I haven't posted any updates the last few days in part because I haven't really done much writing about. Running about between shops checking prices (and trying to find a god-damned mobile phone carrying case which doesn't exist ANYWHERE! JEEEZ! Timmy, I still haven't found it! My hunt for a carrying case has turned into some kind of bizarre running joke by now I think), and in part because I was grouchy that like nobody seemed to be interested in what I had to say. I'm not going to spend 2+ hours on posts that people don't care about, that's just a waste of my time!
Anyway, I'm going to have a goodbye-lunch with Nick at the Wimbledon Commons, and after that I will sit my butt on a train back towards the airport and then head back home.
See you all when I get there (if anyone cares to click on this, that is).
Bye.
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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You can't find them in London. Or atleast I couldn't. Well, there was like one or 2 models every cell phone selling shop had, but if you didn't like those models (and I didn't) there seemed to be no options.
Now, an Italian company Le Custodie ( http://www.lecustodie.com ) makes handmade leather carrying cases, that are superb (got one for my 18th birthday and now, 3 years later, it's still in a good shape and in use). And they're not THAT pricy, about 30 € a piece. The only problem is that the shipping to Finland costs about 40-50 €, so ordering them is kinda... And I'd suspect that the shipping to Sweden would be pretty much the same. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay, and find a carrying case!
{{{hugs}}},
Setras
That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
-Master Li in Neil Gaiman's Sandman
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timmy
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Wish I coudl get there to say "bye" too.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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I'm reading about your adventures 
five funny fruit flies feeding from fertile fungi
smith
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timmy
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Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
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"The Facts of Life - A 'Family Doctor Booklet'"
It was red, cost 1/6d, and told me all about sex. Well it told me about banana fruit flies.
I wonder if that's where I've been going wrong all these years. There was never a BFF around when I felt horny.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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marc
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Registered: March 2003
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How should have I responded?
If I have made an error in manners or protocil could someone please let me know?
Marc
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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Location: currently So Cal
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I read your posts, and I care. I didn't respond to all of them but do find your adventures to be fascinating. You describe it so well, I felt like I had walked miles through the street of London by the time I reached the end. I guess I should have told you. Sorry.
Have a good lunch and hopefully a good trip back home.
Think good thoughts,
e
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I didn't go to Camden Market / Cyberdog, simply because showering and packing my bags took much longer than expected. I could have gone anyway, but I would have had to hurry too much and it wouldn't have been fun.
Now, in hindsight, I am glad I did NOT go. I went to the Wimbledon Park instead, to look at the sights to be found there. I didn't realize it before I went out the door, but the day was sunny and very warm.
The walk isn't long at all, not even five minutes. At the small hexagonal pool were some small kids, the oldest maybe seven or eight (a girl), all of them splashing around in water that only reached halfway up their calves or even that much, even on their short legs. Seeing them play in the undoubtedly very warm (if highly chlorinated) water made me think back of days when things were less complicated.
I proceeded onwards to the big lake (which is artificial and was created by a great landscape engineer in the 1700s), there I realized it wasn't just warm and sunny, it was also very windy. I saw several dinghies with sails lined up along the edge of the lake. The wind ripped in the sails of the small boats, and suddenly one tipped over despite the sail just flapping limply in the wind! Two kids around 11 or 12 or so came rushing to rescue the craft (which was of the unsinkable plastic hollow-hull variety and in no real danger).
It was all for nothing though, because the craft soon fell over again anyway, though not before another boat ALSO fell over and bopped a cute kid in the back of his head with its aluminum mast! Fortunately, the boy was wearing a helmet so no harm done, he just became rather surprised, and was quickly checked out by the two female staff members on duty.
A short distance further along the edge, a team of kids were getting settled down in canoes, two kids in each canoe with one more tagging along the back on at least two of the canoes. They were tied up one after the other so that two teams were formed, each team consisting of three canoes. The staff members got the kids lined up and then a race ensued. The kids riding at the back sort of paddled with their feet (though probably did more harm than good), and the rest of the kids paddled also, yelling out, "One - two - one - two!" to try and keep some semblance of order in their paddling. They moved forwards, clumsily, yet surely. Somehow!
I was distracted from following the race by another cute boy, a bit older, who came walking calmly along the edge of the lake IN the water, dragging along a white single-seater fibreglass canoe of his own, one that was partially filled with water.
The reason I looked at him was that the pants he wore had slid down so far that his entire boxers-covered butt was exposed! The water made his boxers cling on to his skin in a playful manner and presented a nice view of his backside. He seemed quite unconcerned about showing off his underwear to the rest of the universe, and simply walked along the edge until he reached the approximate point where the canoe race teams had set out. These had now somehow managed to reach about halfway into the lake and were busy rounding a buoy out there.
Once the boy had reached the point he aimed for, he pushed the front end up on the shore and tipped over the canoe to let the water in it out, thus succeeding in nothing except letting in more water! The boy then tried to simply push the canoe onto the shore - probably in order to empty it more easily - and the hull creaked from the strain.
A male member of the staff made the boy stop. He told the boy to turn the canoe over and lift the back end up to let the water out 'before you do any more damage than you already caused', as the man remarked with a humorous edge to his voice. The boy struggled to comply, he seemed rather wimpy. There wasn't THAT much water in the canoe, but still he had a difficult time lifting the rear end up high enough. Finally he did it, and climbed up on the asphalt-covered area lining the edge of the lake. Once up on dry land again, he pulled up his pants and covered his nice butt completely. Boo hoo.
Bet the shoes he wore won't be dry by tomorrow! They were completely soaked!
I went back towards Nick's place, if only slowly. At the little splashing-pond was a small boy with red loose-fitting speedos and rather red hair, he was maybe four or so, with a head that seemed rather big in comparison with his body like all kids of that age. Was so funny, he was existing in his own little world like small kids do, yelling out for his mother or whomever to look at him. He ran away from the pool to get some distace to get up to speed, then turned around and hurried back to the water, certain he had the large woman's full attention. He was completely centered on what he was doing, impressing her with his...um...might, or whatever. He ran up to the little pool, scuttled down into the water (his feet landing with a small splash), and then proceeded to hop/jog through the water from one end to the other, just a distance of a few meters, while humming to himself. By the time he reached the other end, the woman had lost interest in him and was busy chatting to her friend. The boy returned back to the real world and looked back at her and saw she wasn't looking at him with apt attention. He didn't seem that concerned though, he went back the way he came, still humming to himself and went about his business, as I started walking off towards the exit, grinning to myself.
I met Nick after having lunched on a pear from a tree growing outside the small building where his apartement is located. We went on to the Wimbledon Commons to have a look-see. Nick showed me the tennis arenas on the way, and the nice posh houses nearby. The park is probably very nice once you get to see it for real, we had only time to take a very short stroll, and everything was so dry and yellow due to the heat and lack of rain. Then we went for a nice pub lunch (pan-fried chicken breast with some kind of salsa and mashed potatoes; reeeally nice), and after that Nick had to drop me off at the subway station because his long lunch was almost over.
We hugged just a little, I would have liked a longer one but it was in a fairly busy public place and it would have looked weird.  Nick did the best he could though - he's pretty strong for such a thin guy! 
I had to go and so did he. I made my way through the subway system until I was on the train to Stanstead airport; it took a while but I had plenty of time. I wasted some time waiting to go through the check-in procedure, and of course they wanted to look inside my well-packed carry-on luggage... Nick had warned me against it but I couldn't resist. I just HAD to tell her I had left all my weapons of mass destruction at home. She said I shouldn't say such things and I responded with a sigh and a 'damn, you guys have no sense of humor at all'. Hehe, well, she knew I was joking, but said some guys wouldn't find a quip like that very funny. Hehe!
My nail clippers which I'd packed without much thought drew a little bit of attention, as did some minidiscs I had in an inner pocket and didn't know about, and the bags with game and DVD boxes, but since there wasn't no attached knife or anything to my clippers it was all A-OK. I packed up my stuff, that was it. I went into the waiting hall and did some shopping, bought 400g of whole-nut milk chocolate (not the best chocolate I ever had I noticed after coming home), two 100g Snickers bars (Snickers is always nice), and some postcards which I quickly wrote and mailed before I went to the boarding area. I waited there for a while, got on the plane, then the plane took off...
I slept for about an hour on the plane, and by the time I woke up, we were about to start our approach to Gothenburg City Airport as it's called these days. Much too pretentius a name for what is basically just a big ugly barrack made of red-painted corrugated steel.
The cloud layer closest to the ground consisted of what looked like biiig and fluffy chunks of cotton, and there was some atmospheric haze too, creating "god-rays" as the sun shone through the upper fringes of the clouds, it looked amazing. When we penetrated the clouds and emerged beneath them, it looked even more amazing as patches of golden and amber sunlight touched both sea and land at the same time far off in the distance.
Unfortunately, the plane banked sharply as it neared the airport, thus hiding the glorious sunset from me... The plane got closer and closer to the ground, the pilot revved the engines pretty hard, so when we landed we hit the ground strong and fast! It was a pretty good jolt, and he ran the reverse thrust for longer than usual. Was jolly good fun!
After that, nothing worth mentioning. Oh, Nick... I tested my new bluetooth headset ( http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&hl=sv&q=hbh%2D35 ), by calling a friend, and it works really great! :D:D:D It sends on all sound from the phone to the headset automatically after making the call. I could have called entirely using the headset if I had set up the voice dialling features of my phone, but that will have to wait a bit. I have too many images stored in it now for any sound to fit in the meager 2MB of flashrom it has to offer.
Anyway... I'm back. The trip was great. Nick was an awesome host, there's no WAY anyone could have been more friendly or helpful or anything like that than he was! Luv and hugs and more thanks to you than I know how to express properly... Thank you so much for everything.
See ya soon guys!
Post ends.
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Location: currently So Cal
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Or at least home safely. It's the safe part that's important, not the home. I'm sure you'd rather still be in England.
Have a good rest. {{{HUGS}}}
Think good thoughts,
e
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*Hugs* Just heering about your trip was amazing Lenny I hope you had a great time in England. Good to have you back home though. Im goin to bed now..
~Andy
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
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So glad you enjoyed your visit.
Keep smiling
N
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