Post card from London!
Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:54 am
Life in London, UK is decidedly a bizarre place.First of all the countries subway transport is spectacular for it allows someone to explore the important monuments of the city with little driving grievences & faster means of convenience.Although i hate sharing train with the humongous flood of traffic people in the city-- my god---its huge!! And most of the them- are none whites & yucky foreigners.Somehow i think the foreighners have increased in HUGE numbers since my last 2004 visit to london.I think since the Europe union currency & border open--there has been a flood of workers & refugees to the country.I mean its disgusting! I am used to my New England -Boston land where Blue eyed Blondes ruled the land.London is over-populated--you have no idea how many times i wished the subways was hit by a bomb--of course as soon as i got off it-- 
to reduce this influx--invasion of loud eastern europeans, ugly africans & onion smelling middle eastern people.Yuck! 
So i visited the Somali hang outs--Southhall London.Yuck indeed.IT is decidedly an exact replica of a little muqdishu slash Mombasa Kenya looking little town .Dirty stinking Indians every where,Adoon kenyas with their over used body lotion--smelling miles away in the streets before they reaching me.Other ugly adoons from jamaica & Africa, the ubiquitous Singh Indians with their head wraps & not to forget --the minority poor White English trash with their bad teeth! I am telling you, i was quite out of it--witnessing this traumatic event of gross observation.I was so distressed to see all this unpleasantness -this hopelessness, that i had to ask my london relatives to take me to more vanity pleasing spots for the sake of my nerves. ( i am not joking, i was just as depressed as Lionheart) So they did--we took the train to Hyde park--strolled the lavish Metropolitan city pavements--and here for once in my time in London i experienced something close to happiness.I saw none of those hideous ubiquitous mini cars --but large rich vehicles just like in the States.Even the roads were wide & baarwaqo amaal just like in the states.I saw none of those foreigners traffic & saw many beautiful blondes with their none jew facial features.Life was almost very good.Also I saw limousines, 4 door whelers, lavish silver & black geeps driving by --with beautiful people in it.Fantastic cloth stores like the famous Harrolds store-- u know the one owned by that royal wanna be father of the dead Dodi fayad. The store is impressive in its size, various floor of every mechandise-from perfume lines,vintage furniture to cloth boutiques--where i saw a wonderful display of french fashionable clothes--i bought myself a nice white fur coat that i can't get enough laying my rosey cheeks on.
I must say-- this day of exploration alone counter balanced the horror i saw in the rest of the vulgar London.We took the london eye ride where my heart was beating at the rate of wind speed. My sweet thoughtful cousin also took me to Westminster abbey where Jane Austen is burried.There, i had a poignant moment of my trip. I cried many crocodile tears--& some real tears-- but i couldn't tell them apart.(My relatives were stunned beyond speech at my emotions)
We went to Buchingham palace --where we took photos at the grand black gates with golden crest on top--& the castles red uniformed guards with their cute black fur'ri hats looked amazing & lifeless.
Life as a happy lady in Holiday is something of a great enjoyment i must say.I am endlessly in a surrel moment of contentment & utter grip of gladness & Euphoria! Tomorrow night i am flying to my next Holiday destination & i can hardly sit without a mixture of Adoon pending fear & also show reluctant gladness in meeting these adoons first cousins; the ones you visit in careful protected SAFARI vans.
I will wish myself the best, As all of you know i am predisposed to happy endings & eternal joys--despite the rumors in the streets that i am the shameless Hedonist.
Meanwhile........I almost FORGOT.........
HOW IS EVERYBODY DOING IN THEIR LITTLE DAILY ROUTINE LIFE??
to reduce this influx--invasion of loud eastern europeans, ugly africans & onion smelling middle eastern people.Yuck! So i visited the Somali hang outs--Southhall London.Yuck indeed.IT is decidedly an exact replica of a little muqdishu slash Mombasa Kenya looking little town .Dirty stinking Indians every where,Adoon kenyas with their over used body lotion--smelling miles away in the streets before they reaching me.Other ugly adoons from jamaica & Africa, the ubiquitous Singh Indians with their head wraps & not to forget --the minority poor White English trash with their bad teeth! I am telling you, i was quite out of it--witnessing this traumatic event of gross observation.I was so distressed to see all this unpleasantness -this hopelessness, that i had to ask my london relatives to take me to more vanity pleasing spots for the sake of my nerves. ( i am not joking, i was just as depressed as Lionheart)
So they did--we took the train to Hyde park--strolled the lavish Metropolitan city pavements--and here for once in my time in London i experienced something close to happiness.I saw none of those hideous ubiquitous mini cars --but large rich vehicles just like in the States.Even the roads were wide & baarwaqo amaal just like in the states.I saw none of those foreigners traffic & saw many beautiful blondes with their none jew facial features.Life was almost very good.Also I saw limousines, 4 door whelers, lavish silver & black geeps driving by --with beautiful people in it.Fantastic cloth stores like the famous Harrolds store-- u know the one owned by that royal wanna be father of the dead Dodi fayad. The store is impressive in its size, various floor of every mechandise-from perfume lines,vintage furniture to cloth boutiques--where i saw a wonderful display of french fashionable clothes--i bought myself a nice white fur coat that i can't get enough laying my rosey cheeks on. I must say-- this day of exploration alone counter balanced the horror i saw in the rest of the vulgar London.We took the london eye ride where my heart was beating at the rate of wind speed. My sweet thoughtful cousin also took me to Westminster abbey where Jane Austen is burried.There, i had a poignant moment of my trip. I cried many crocodile tears--& some real tears-- but i couldn't tell them apart.(My relatives were stunned beyond speech at my emotions)
We went to Buchingham palace --where we took photos at the grand black gates with golden crest on top--& the castles red uniformed guards with their cute black fur'ri hats looked amazing & lifeless.
Life as a happy lady in Holiday is something of a great enjoyment i must say.I am endlessly in a surrel moment of contentment & utter grip of gladness & Euphoria! Tomorrow night i am flying to my next Holiday destination & i can hardly sit without a mixture of Adoon pending fear & also show reluctant gladness in meeting these adoons first cousins; the ones you visit in careful protected SAFARI vans.
I will wish myself the best, As all of you know i am predisposed to happy endings & eternal joys--despite the rumors in the streets that i am the shameless Hedonist. Meanwhile........I almost FORGOT.........
HOW IS EVERYBODY DOING IN THEIR LITTLE DAILY ROUTINE LIFE??
