Americas Cup

Watching the boys fail to bring it home and getting homesick/giggly over that accent. The air of our lounge was filled with profanity. Why do we always fall at the final hurdle? 

We'll get that billionaire next time. 

In the meantime, that American that applied for the spare room in our flat? Not gon' happen! 

Bend it like Beckham.

The truest British experience: football! 

When the English change, becoming loud, obtrusive, extroverted hooligans. My ears are still ringing with chants, and profanities. 

At Fulham stadium and able to watch boats glide past on the Thames as the sun set into the distance. I somehow managed to get away side section tickets so we were forced to support Everton. We also happened to be in the loudest, most raucous area with an intense police presence. 

We (die hard Everton fan now, go the blues!) also lost. Despite being considerably higher in the rankings. 

Escaping into the night with a predominately happy (it was the winning sides home stadium) crowd: meaning the silence of the dark night was interrupted by whistling, shouting and revelry. And the galloping hooves of police horses chasing drunken idiots. 

Feels like England. 

Errands.

Monday deliveries - lucky its not valuable... Not. 

Cambridge Roaming (and camera testing...)

Tube Thoughts.

Positives:

- men in suits on the commute. Hands down. 

Negatives:

- vomiting at work and having it as your method of transportation home.