Johnny Segment

• Question: Is your username derived from the Boosh? - fushigicircus
• Answer:

  It is! I’m a big fan of British television in general, which made a semester in London impossible to resist.

I somewhat miraculously made it home on my first try at Heathrow. I meant to write a concluding post to my travels involving pictures of the (amazing) Christmas dinner I cooked before departing, I really did. But my writing interests have carried onto other projects as the neglected little Johnny Segment coped with a “like” from its first Tumblr spammer (aw, such a happy moment in a young blog’s life).

My failure at writing a final post seems to mark the inevitable; it’s time for Johnny Segment—temporarily, I hope—to say goodbye.

Of course, I plan to do more travelling in the future and hope to revive JS in the event that I am so lucky. However, for now I’ll have to content myself with New England and feeble attempts not to cry when bankers change my last pound note and ask me if I plan on returning to London soon. 

Happy trails.

katefeetie:

penllawen:

This accurately captures the national mood in Britain right now. (Came to me via email and I cannot find a definitive source for the image, sadly, so no meaningful credit.)

I love your people. Yes. “Your people.” I assume one Welshman owns all of Britain.

I have no idea how I managed to get out on my first try, but I did it.

There’s a chance I won’t be home for Christmas because of the weather. =/

Everyone I know who was supposed to be leaving is still here, and the airlines don’t really know what to do.

c86:

It’s a good day to avoid Christmas shopping

Oh, London. I love how W&C is open. He was always that reject line in the back of the class who isn’t good at anything. Totally would show up on a snow day.

How dull is my life going to be when everyone is back in the states?

Our corner pub in the blizzard.

everythinginthesky:

This is such bullshit.

Eeee! I was going to go to the Victoria & Albert today but I realized on the way to my brunch date that locking myself indoors with hot cocoa is the London way. Pulling out some writing and a good book and watching the snow fall. Oh, and receiving angry texts from friends about flight delays, cancellations, and the general CHAOS.

• Me: Two Irish Car Bombs please.
• Bartender: No!
• Me: ...uh, what?
• Bartender: That's RACIST. Probably. RACIST.
• Me: Um... it's just Irish alc--... Okay, can I have a shot of Bailey's in a Guiness?
• Bartender: Yeah, alright. <Pours Baileys into a glass of Guiness, watches it carmelize.> Is it supposed to look like this?
• Me: No. No, it's not.
• Bartender: <Shrugs>

• Question: WINTER WONDERLAND IN MOTHERFUCKING HYDE PARK? THAT SHIT IS SO GODDAMN FUN. Get crunk on hot cider for me, please. ALSO: If you haven't, you must go ice skating at the Natural History Museum! - katefeetie
• Answer:

  Whatever cool points were earned at me spending my 21st at Hyde Park drinking hot cider and mulled wine at Hyde Park are definitely voided by the fact that I have a GIANT scab on my leg from my Somerset House skating session (not from falling, from the boot irritating my skin) and am now unable to skate anywhere else. This is the sort of grace that will get me places.