The London Trip

So, I thought I'd just post the latest in my exploits...

Since January it feels like I have just been working, working, working... (of course), and so a little recreation and refreshment was needed!

Couple of days ago, met up with some friends in London and did a number of things which livened up the times of about thirty-odd Londoners; and a very happy guy in Camden.

I shall elucidate.

We went to Camden Market and haggled... I'm obviously the expert in haggling because my team came away with two items of wearable clothing for a fiver, reduced from... wait for it... twenty-five pounds!!

Thank you, thank you...

Of course. I will whisper in thine ear, that cheesy guy behind his stall was probably telling us porkies just to make us feel good, I can almost vouch for it that he got those clothes for two quid and made a three pound profit. You can tell by the cheshire grin.

However, it succeeded. It made us feel good.

And vice versa. 

So.

That's what haggling's about!

But I can't recount the triumphs without mentioning the failures. (You have to keep that balance, hm?)

One not-so-expert went up to a guy who was selling sunglasses for £5.

She said, 'Hmm, can't afford £5... not worth it... will you sell for £10?'

Well needless to say that that completely failed.

And SO cruel to the poor chap! His heart probably leapt to hear someone offering to buy his precious plastic sunglasses for double the price displayed! His pulse began to race; his low grey day suddenly rocketed into a golden sky.

And it was left to us to bring him back to earth: we walked hurriedly away...

But anyway. We can't all be genius.

Then, the Londoners...

Well, all I'm saying is, about thirty of them at some time in the day, reached a point where they noticed a peg hanging from their scarf/hood/handbag/coat... and read the epic words 'You've been Pegged... Pass it On!! :D' 

It made their day. Without a doubt.

Imagine the JOY it filled them with to discover that They Had Been Pegged!! By a group of cheerful and happy teenagers with nothing else to do (but they didn't know that).

What I want to know is, how many of them actually passed it on...

Were we caught? Ummm... only once! Over-protective guy with no sense of humour - well actually he did laugh in the end when he realised what it was!

The most hilarious was when a pegger crept up behind a couple who were having their photo taken. His actions have been immortalised forever.

a random photo of a pegger in action...

So, as you can see, my life has been rather interesting of late. These are just some scraps of it. You have heard... now Pass It On!!!....

Exams

I repeat my title.
Exams.
(Just trying to rub the word in; fellow-sufferers, groan in unison)
Don't we just love them?!
Actually, our mutual dislike of these horrific forms of torture (with the odd boffin excluded) are really rather undeserved (as the odd boffin would agree).

I mean, what are these exams doing, but trying to help us?!
They're teaching us hordes of interesting information on a wide and varied range of subjects that stimulate and increase our knowledge besides sharpening our brains and increasing our IQ levels to at least rise above that of a potato... they're providing credentials to look good on our CVs (that is if we pass them, obviously)... they're propelling us into avenues by which we may further our education...(avenues as in blah blah rather than the tree-lined kind)

I sound like an odd boffin.

Somehow, I feel that is not a good thing.

At least, not at my age.

Really I should wait until I have at least grown a beard.

Awkward silence.

Moving on...

Well, what about this amazing quote?
'Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.' - Thomas Edison.
Obviously for me, it's the other way round...!!
No more to be said.

Well, lets face it then: exams in a month, and I'm now at the cramming stage!

It's where you get down to it and grind.

It's called pegging.

I like that word. It invokes such wonderful imagery: me with ink stains all over my face and my tongue hanging out the side of my mouth in concentration, as with wild eyes and fiersome gaze I desperately and  frantically peg sheets of scribbled paper onto a washing line.

Epic.

You can probably tell I'm trying to study for an English IGCSE. Right?!

As you all know, I peg money onto washinglines just to pass the time. 

Something I've always wondered about... why does Jo March in Little Women, think that the word 'pegging' is slang?! Is it slang? And why is it apparently a 'boyish' thing to say? I'm no feminist but I don't get it.
I mean, pegging is what most women are doing at least every other day, at least, the ones with families who don't use tumble dryers?

English language is crazy.

Latin is even crazier.

NO, we're not going into Latin!!

Save that brain-grinding subject for some future post; I need to go away and finish pegging up my money on the line... :)