Spent yesterday getting over jetlag, attending to email and several cups of tea, and discovering how crap daytime telly is in the UK right now.
Today, got out and about, exploring the Piccadilly line once again. Went up to Arsenal and worked my way down. Ran out of time, predictably, but the rest can wait. Arsenal's 1920s stadium at Highbury is scheduled for redevelopment into ...guess what?... luxury apartments behind the existing, heritage-listed facade. The culprit developer is an Australian company, embarrassingly enough, but Arsenal claim they need the extra capacity of the new stadium which is apparently already on the way. Can't walk around the Arsenal block without countless lines from "Fever Pitch" asserting themselves in the memory. N5 may NOT be the only place in the world, Miss Hughes, but can you imagine it without Arsenal? Today's stadium guided tours were all full, and the waiting list remains two to three months long, so many must agree. Nick Hornby still lives at the top of the road, but will he lose his reason to be there too before long? Went into the fish'n'chips shop at the next corner, asked politely for a small portion of chips and was SHOUTED at by counter attendant 2 because I had no chance of understanding counter attendant 1's truly bizarre English. I wasn't rude about it, so why was she? Should have thrown their quid of soggy, scraggy chips right back at them, but I never seem to get cranky enough quickly enough these days.
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