Down at Fraggle Rock

20/09/12 Part One

I’m feeling quite whimsical today.   As I write this I’m sat on a train to London…

 (On my own!) (And it’s the right train!)

Staring out over the rolling green fields….

(Well I was, I’ve now looked up to discover I’m travelling through a battered housing estate)

And I’m writing this using that old fashioned medium of pen and paper.

(As I can’t work out how to enable Mobile blogging on my phone)

I feel like I’m channelling some Hollywood Heroine of old writing her journal or possibly a love letter as she travels to some far off place.  Whimsical is a great word.

I mentioned previously that I’d never really travelled far on a train on my own and now I’m going one step further and I’ll actually be spending most of the day in London on my own too. It was an example of the disorganization that I can expert on a course ran by artists when I discovered on Monday that today’s trip wasn’t going ahead after all. (Meh.) By the end of the day the trip had been rearranged for a week Friday which was unfortunately of no use to me as I am working all of that weekend and a trip to London would not be too clever before a busy weekend DJing four discos*!  (Double Meh.)

I left Uni that day feeling pretty bummed out that I was going to miss the exibish. But then in a blinding light bulb moment of extreme confidence and bravery (She-ra Stylee) I decided to go it alone.  Today’s induction programme was looking pretty dull anyway. There’s a lecture for fresh faced students (as opposed to the aging haggard ones like myself …) to advise them how to live, thrive and survive,  how to check for signs of meningitis and how to look after theselves if they drink too much. With the exception of the last point I have most of those things under control so I decided it would be safe to skip it.

Therefore here I am bunking off of my course on my fourth day of university, convincing myself that it is for the greater good as I can’t possibly continue in life without visiting the Heatherwick Studio exhibition.  I’m not a total rebel though as I did ask permission from my tutor first and offered to bring in a note from my mom….

I have my maps printed to navigate the underground,  I’m wearing two pairs of socks and I’ve stashed items in various locations so as to fool the theives. My husband called me Dora the Explorer today but I think I’d prefer to be like Uncle Travelling Matt from Fraggle Rock as I reckon he was a bit cooler.

Although I would quite like to shout ‘Swiper no Swiping’ if I spot a pickpocket…..

*Not sure if I’ve mentioned this yet but my little business is actually quite cool – I’m a Mobile DJ and Kids entertainer. Well I think it’s cool anyway and much better than a real job. It’s very cool because it’s responsible for me being able to work weekends and therefore completely to blame for my adversity towards growing up and my becoming a Student J