It’s famously known that people in the transport system of London are rude. Londoners thus get a reputation of being really rude and unable to meet eyes, talk, etc.
I’ve changed my mind as a result of today. Londoners actually want to talk to people – it’s the foreigners who are so scared of interaction. On the way to my riding lesson, a boy (rather appropriately named Romeo) started talking to me about university, why he only got a B at A level Physics, and why he hates Imperial for the number of good rugby players it has. Just before we parted ways, he said “Are you out this weekend? I’ll take you somewhere nice…” *alluring look*. After I politely declined he thought to ask about my ‘status’ and upon finding out that I have a boyfriend, started telling me about how he thought Tom and I should get married because we’ve been together for so long. Lovely.
On the way back from my riding lesson a guy started asking me questions about riding (“do they do kids lessons? How expensive are they?”) only to give me his card, tell me he owned a club, and ask me to call him. Lovely.
When I got my knitting out, the woman sitting next to me started asking me about what I was knitting, upon finding out it is a bootie for my friends baby, started asking me if I had kids (do I look like I’m a mother??) and then generally asked for my life-story.
My exam went well today. Last one tomorrow, and then I probably won’t blog till Sunday as I’ll be celebrating end of exams, seeing my cousins, my friend’s baby’s first birthday, my dad’s fiftieth and a variety of other things.
Jeremy would like me to tell you all he is amazing.
I also had a riding lesson today, in which the instructor tried to persuade me to take my BHS Level 1 (basically an exam which results in a certificate that says I know how to ride). I’m going to persuade Beppe to take it with me, and have something to aim for.