Curry with the Conchords
1:57 AM this morning, London time: I am rudely awakened by the annoying ringer on my mobile as a result of a call informing me that the Sophia shoot is a GO! That just about ruined the rest of my sleep. All I had been looking forward to was a casual lunch with the Conchords followed by some book-reading in Hyde Park and a stroll through Notting Hill. I admit I had hoped the shoot wouldn't work, so I wouldn't have to interview this actress whilst playing stylist (I barely know how to dress myself—how am I supposed to dress her?). But now here I sit in a Tottenham Internet cafe waiting to hear back from agents out in bloody Los Angeles.
Last night I finally found my chip shop in Covent Garden and washed it all down with a beer. Part of the tube wasn't running properly, so I had to do some creative thinking to get back home. I haven't seen my hosts in days now, because I wake up after they leave, and I get home after they've gone to bed.
Today is another gorgeous day: breezy and cool in the 70s, but bright and sunny. Bret declared it to be "the most gorgeous London day of the year" and I believe it. I met up with him on the corner of Bethnal Green Rd and Brick Lane at 1:15. Jemaine arrived a half an hour late as promised. We found a curry house and they proceeded to order enough food for five people. Jemaine's all-meat diet proved challenging for my own, but we worked it out. They ended up taking back boxes of pakoras to the BBC building. After the very long lunch, during which I heard about a "split roast" (nasty details, and hilarious), what "roommates" means in Britain, and life in New Zealand, we strolled out to the street. We walked past a record store, and I told the guys I wanted to check it out and would catch them later on at the media/BBC recording show tonight.
After browing through the store for about ten minutes, I headed back out and took some back alleys through the East End. Suddenly, I heard my name shouted from the back. It was like reacting to my mobile ringer: "Who on earth is that? Surely that's some other Robin. I don't know anyone in London." It was them. They had been shopping for a panda for one of their upcoming skits. So we joined up again and decided to hop on the bus. We snapped photos on the second story of the bus and talked about Wellington until we reached Oxford Circus. So I'm heading over to the show tonight and the guys said we could possibly hang out afterwards. I told them I want to introduce them to the Boy Least Likely To in Brixton. I think they would all get along great!
All right, now I must get on with this research business in order to have some semblance of professionalism.
Last night I finally found my chip shop in Covent Garden and washed it all down with a beer. Part of the tube wasn't running properly, so I had to do some creative thinking to get back home. I haven't seen my hosts in days now, because I wake up after they leave, and I get home after they've gone to bed.
Today is another gorgeous day: breezy and cool in the 70s, but bright and sunny. Bret declared it to be "the most gorgeous London day of the year" and I believe it. I met up with him on the corner of Bethnal Green Rd and Brick Lane at 1:15. Jemaine arrived a half an hour late as promised. We found a curry house and they proceeded to order enough food for five people. Jemaine's all-meat diet proved challenging for my own, but we worked it out. They ended up taking back boxes of pakoras to the BBC building. After the very long lunch, during which I heard about a "split roast" (nasty details, and hilarious), what "roommates" means in Britain, and life in New Zealand, we strolled out to the street. We walked past a record store, and I told the guys I wanted to check it out and would catch them later on at the media/BBC recording show tonight.
After browing through the store for about ten minutes, I headed back out and took some back alleys through the East End. Suddenly, I heard my name shouted from the back. It was like reacting to my mobile ringer: "Who on earth is that? Surely that's some other Robin. I don't know anyone in London." It was them. They had been shopping for a panda for one of their upcoming skits. So we joined up again and decided to hop on the bus. We snapped photos on the second story of the bus and talked about Wellington until we reached Oxford Circus. So I'm heading over to the show tonight and the guys said we could possibly hang out afterwards. I told them I want to introduce them to the Boy Least Likely To in Brixton. I think they would all get along great!
All right, now I must get on with this research business in order to have some semblance of professionalism.
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