Nice paintwork on that bumper, darling...
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lady_t_220And again, I say Why does Anna paquin always look so terrified...?
I have yet to see a candid shot of that woman where she doesn't look like she's about ready to crawl out of her own skin.
Oh, and for some reason that just reminded me. Last time I went into the city, I got randomly complimented by some freaky guy about the colour of my "side stripes".
*blinks* Side stripes...? What am I, a Ford Mondeo..?
Anyway, I was wandering through the Shires with Rachie, complaining about something. I don't remember what it was but I was halfway through saying the words "lazy little fuck" when some guy says right by the side of my ear "I like the colour of your hair..."
I turn around, still busy insulting someone about something and there's this bloke standing there. Peirced eyebrows, claims to be a hairdresser. Tells me he likes my "side stripes" and that it's an unusual colour. Not a colour he'd ever choose but apparently it suits me.
*blinks some more*
It WAS fuschia... it is currently faded blondey pink with a good 2 inches of black root because I'm waiting for it to grow out, but there you go. Each to their own, maybe he throught I was making a statement or something.
Side stripes... *shakes head*
I'll tell you one thing though. It seemed a darn site more weird getting accosted to discuss my hair colour in the UK than it was in NYC. I mean it was weird either way you look at it really. It's a little disconcerting having strangers wanting to talk about your hair at the drop of a hat, but then again in my (highly limited) experience so far it's LESS weird when Americans do it because you kind of half expect them to be a lot more outgoing anyway. Don't ask me why that is. It works though. Walk through NYC in a "Spear Britney" T-shirt and people comment on it continually (trust me, I tried this). Walk through London with it and people follow you with their eyes but never anything more, with the exception of maybe a few shop assistants.
I was saying to Wes a little while ago, the infamous British reserve is a funny old thing. We are a huge amount of people packed into a very, very small space. It's less a case of reserve and more a case of self-preservation. Because if everyone takes up as little space as possible and doesn't get in everyone else's way we might all make it through the day without incident. There isn't the sheer physical space for histrionics. You can loose yourself in America. It's damn huge. Move to a different state and ta-da you can start all over.
Over here you're never more than like half a mile from a Post Office. Unless you want the whole country to know your business you're better off keeping it quiet because that kind of annonimity is basically impossible.
So getting hi-jacked by people claiming to be hairdressers who want to gush about your styling (*cough* lack thereof) in the middle of Leicester was an unexpected experience.
It also made Rachie laugh like a drain.
Random statistical data moment: Did you know that there are almost as many people Living in the London area alone as there are in the entire state of New York...? That's some pretty hefty population density there. Is it any wonder we all like to stay out of other people's way? ;)
I have yet to see a candid shot of that woman where she doesn't look like she's about ready to crawl out of her own skin.
Oh, and for some reason that just reminded me. Last time I went into the city, I got randomly complimented by some freaky guy about the colour of my "side stripes".
*blinks* Side stripes...? What am I, a Ford Mondeo..?
Anyway, I was wandering through the Shires with Rachie, complaining about something. I don't remember what it was but I was halfway through saying the words "lazy little fuck" when some guy says right by the side of my ear "I like the colour of your hair..."
I turn around, still busy insulting someone about something and there's this bloke standing there. Peirced eyebrows, claims to be a hairdresser. Tells me he likes my "side stripes" and that it's an unusual colour. Not a colour he'd ever choose but apparently it suits me.
*blinks some more*
It WAS fuschia... it is currently faded blondey pink with a good 2 inches of black root because I'm waiting for it to grow out, but there you go. Each to their own, maybe he throught I was making a statement or something.
Side stripes... *shakes head*
I'll tell you one thing though. It seemed a darn site more weird getting accosted to discuss my hair colour in the UK than it was in NYC. I mean it was weird either way you look at it really. It's a little disconcerting having strangers wanting to talk about your hair at the drop of a hat, but then again in my (highly limited) experience so far it's LESS weird when Americans do it because you kind of half expect them to be a lot more outgoing anyway. Don't ask me why that is. It works though. Walk through NYC in a "Spear Britney" T-shirt and people comment on it continually (trust me, I tried this). Walk through London with it and people follow you with their eyes but never anything more, with the exception of maybe a few shop assistants.
I was saying to Wes a little while ago, the infamous British reserve is a funny old thing. We are a huge amount of people packed into a very, very small space. It's less a case of reserve and more a case of self-preservation. Because if everyone takes up as little space as possible and doesn't get in everyone else's way we might all make it through the day without incident. There isn't the sheer physical space for histrionics. You can loose yourself in America. It's damn huge. Move to a different state and ta-da you can start all over.
Over here you're never more than like half a mile from a Post Office. Unless you want the whole country to know your business you're better off keeping it quiet because that kind of annonimity is basically impossible.
So getting hi-jacked by people claiming to be hairdressers who want to gush about your styling (*cough* lack thereof) in the middle of Leicester was an unexpected experience.
It also made Rachie laugh like a drain.
Random statistical data moment: Did you know that there are almost as many people Living in the London area alone as there are in the entire state of New York...? That's some pretty hefty population density there. Is it any wonder we all like to stay out of other people's way? ;)
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Date: 2003-03-21 01:28 am (UTC)That place certainly doesn't waste any time...
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Date: 2003-03-21 04:28 am (UTC)I'm heading back there in the autumn hopefully. Visit some friends out in NJ, take in some Broadway... That kinda' thing.
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Date: 2003-03-21 04:38 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-03-21 04:56 am (UTC)