Birthday Molly

I had to get up early but couldn’t because I was still tired from staying up half the night while I should’ve been in bed asleep. But I had more important things to do than sleep so the night owl in me decided to stay awake till 05.00 in the morning… I prepared the canapĂ© for MvdM. his party, took me longer than I expected but I was ready on time. I was supposed to meet up with them at their place but decided to meet up at the Tube station, it saved me some time actually. MvdM. called me while I was on the Tube and I told him I would be on the next one coming in, in the front carriage.

It took us about 45 minutes to get to the other end of town and find our way to Holland Park where we were supposed to meet up with MvdM. his other friends. I’d brought a blanket along so we looked for a spot to sit down and have a proper champagne picnic. At first it was just the three of us but after some time more and more people came and brought a variety of food, all very nice! We spent all day and evening eating, drinking and chatting [even in Dutch, there were three other Dutch people which was nice] until it was getting dark. We had to clean up our stuff, pack things and go to the other side of the park to watch the balloons…

We had a great time and it was quite a spectacle to watch, but I have to admit after a while it became slightly boring. Perhaps I wasn’t drunk enough *hehe*. We decided to crash at some pub nearby. It wasn’t that cold, I was wearing my new woolen dress and it kept me warm all evening. But I started to develop a serious headache so I quit drinking and ordered a latte instead. I also set fire to this fancy stainless steel pillar ashtray, guess I was slighlty pissed after all. I went in to ask for a glass of water, the girl didn’t understand me I guess because she wasn’t English, so I asked again and said: ‘listen, I’ve set fire to your fancy ashtray, could I have a glass of water to put it out please?’ God, she was thick, but I got my glass of water in the end, I guess she didn’t believe me and thought I wanted a free glass of water, until she noticed the heavy smoke…

At 22.45 we took the Tube back home and I was wondering if I would come along with MvdM. and W. and order a cab at theirs or would stay on the Tube and take a cab from opposite the Tube station… I decided to stay on the Tube. It was getting late and I was worried about how to get home. Stubborn me decided to walk home from the station, which wasn’t a clever thing to do in hindsight. I’m not easily scared and I know I can deal with certain situations but this was a bit silly to be honest. I got home safely but it will be the last time I ever walk home at that time of night [23.45], it’s asking for problems. I was lucky because I managed to get away from three potential situations because I had my finely tuned antennae to help me detect anything dodgy. I promised myself not to do this ever again, it’s not worth it. I either have to go home on time or take a cab nomatter what the expenses will be…

I need to understand that this is not Amsterdam and I don’t know my way around here as I do in Amsterdam: I know all the dodgy areas and I also know what to do if something would get tricky as opposed to London. I’m happy this area isn’t as rough as certain other parts of London but it made the frontpage not too long ago and I really need to realise that I have to adjust to the situation instead of trying to be the tough girl…

Oh Yes!…

We are going to an exhibition this Sunday and I’m really really really looking forward to it!!!!!! I found it thru a url A. sent me about things to do in London. Here’s some info:
Primarily through long exposures, Dan Holdsworth uses photography’s capacity to record what is not visible to the human eye as an analogy for the limits of knowledge and our desire to overcome these shortcomings. In 1999 he went to French Guiana, South America, to photograph the European Space Agency’s spaceport. The results are hugely ambivalent – by turns doleful, futuristic and romantic. At dusk, a sleek rocket towers over a car park before a distant moon; the stars have been turned into streaks by extended exposures and from this position near the equator they appear to fall towards the ground like laser beams.
Last year Holdsworth was back in a tech-heavy jungle. In Puerto Rico, he photographed the world’s biggest single-dish radio telescope, which can access radio signals from the outer limits of space; exposures of up to four hours transform the moving dish into a soft blur. When, at one point, it manifests itself as a sparkling gold smear above misty mountains while strange red lights infect the edges of the print, the image becomes tinged with an almost theological import.
This year Holdsworth went to the outskirts of Reykjavik and a rocket range in Norway to photograph the Northern Lights. Again, as the nocturnal illuminations flare, the lens is left wide open so that the skies and the snowy landscapes below them turn rich shades of emerald and jade. Only the presence in the barren land of the occasional boxy dwelling clarifies that this is part of Europe rather than the surface of another planet. His work may seem only like a matter of consulting atlases and booking plane tickets, yet Holdsworth is more capable than most of conjuring the technological sublime.


Untitled’ from the series ‘Hyperborea’

We will be planning a trip to see the Northern Lights next year, probably in October or November in Iceland. I’m obsessed with this phenomenon [and need to see it before I die].
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After visiting the exhibition, we will have lunch here:
Pavilion Tea House
The Pavilion Tea House offers food and drinks and is near to the Royal Observatory. It was designed by Sir Henry Tanner as a two-story octagonal building in the rustic style and built in 1906-7.


This is a consistently lovely lunch place, situated alongside the Royal Observatory (due to reopen in 2007 following major redevelopment). A big draw is the enclosed lawn, with its lovingly tended flower beds, large, part-shaded eating area and fab views over Greenwich Park and Docklands, with the dome of St Paul’s in the distance. Visitors are welcome to relax and eat on the lawns. Inside, the operation is well organised, with appetising wall-mounted pictures of the mains; it’s a cosy refuge in winter. Staff are friendly and helpful.
Hot food has a British bent, and includes smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, welsh rarebit or smoked chicken and asparagus salad. Sandwiches are chunky and fresh, and classic dishes such as bread pudding, trifle, scones and rock cakes feature for dessert. The decor incorporates features of the original refreshment house, built in 1909, with a more modern, sleek look, making this a pleasantly individual spot.
And then we’ll go for a walk in the park…
Greenwich Park
Covering 74 hectares (183 acres). Greenwich is the oldest enclosed Royal Park and home to a small herd of fallow and red deer. Situated on top of a hill, visitors enjoy sweeping views across the River Thames to St Paul’s Cathedral and beyond. The park is part of the Greenwich World Heritage Site, host to the Prime Meridian Line and the old Royal Observatory, as well as having the National Maritime Museum as a neighbour. Al fresco dining in our newly landscaped garden at the Pavilion Tea House.
The History
Greenwich Park has several historic buildings nearby including the Royal Naval College, the National Maritime Museum and the Queen’s House…
I’m so looking forward! *chuckle*