As I alluded to back in November, I have new digs. The hostel game is over for an extended period. After something like 25 different ones, ranging from the lowest bed total (4) to the highest (30), the shittiest breakfast (none) to the best (cereal)…I have escaped communal living after nearly 4 complete months. I have moved in to the home of my Aunt and Uncle, who are living in downtown London, and were kind enough to offer me a place to be for awhile. I have my own room and everything. It’s completely bare so far, which is both fun and daunting, but it is coming together, and my Uncle and I are having a good time setting it all up.

So yeah, the house is right in the thick of it. I took a 30 second stroll down to the V+A Museum, which is right next to the Natural History Museum, which, as I’ve mentioned before, is filled with awesome shit and worthy of several visits. Hyde Park is also just a matter of minutes from the front door. It’s the spot to be.

But back to the V+A. Primarily a design museum, but plenty of sculpture, painting, and other stuff. I was pleasantly surprised by how many awesome things I found in there. It was riddled with probably 60-70 art school classes with kids who would just sit inches away from the pieces and draw them. Made it a little hard to really see the GRAIN of a bust, for example…and they would kind of scoff if you broke their line of vision. Look pal, I paid the same amount as you did to get in here (It’s free.)

That was a cabinet for someone. Just to store TV cables in probably. I’m sure you could fit a pretty fuckin’ rockin’ flat screen in there.

This is another thing that brought me great joy. Commemorating the house dogs is something that all places should do, and all of them should include the years in Roman numerals.