Ink and Haircuts

In trying to keep up to date with my blog here's what's happened thus far in my latest journey into London's underbelly:

I've been hanging out with Joao (there's an "~" over his name as well, but I have no idea how to make the computer do that) a lot and he showed me how to use Argos on Friday. For those who have no idea what 'Argos' is, well its like a giant mail order catalog, but then you go inside and pay at a store, then the Argos team goes into their warehouse and within minutes you have your item. Imagine Amazon.com with instant shipping.

So anyways I was trying to price printer costs for my first project here at Chelsea and I was noticing a trend... Everything is too expensive. I decided to buy a printer (Calypsa was right, I should have brought mine). Anyways I ended up buying a really nice Cannon printer/scanner/copier, way better than my last printer, but an expense I had not planned on.

Then on Saturday Joao and I headed uptown to Covent Garden. We toured around looking for a book binding shop (masculine I know!) and found it just as the London sky opened and started to pour. Joao bought a ruler and I bought some supplies to bind my book that I will be documenting all my work in, they it was out into the rain with us. We walked around the city and went into a Design/Art supply shop, then found our way over to Chinatown. This is when the rain really started to threaten my newly bought paper samples so we ducked into the nearest Chinese restaurant and sat down in our soaking wet clothes (waterproof Gortex is no match for the rain of London).

The food at the Chinese place was satisfying and it was nice not to have to cook for the first time in a while. Chinatown was my kind of place! Cheap! I think I'll be going back to one of their buffets sometime after I've had a good long run.

After Chinatown Joao and I split up and he headed north to check out a street which had nothing but music shops. I on the other hand decided to try my luck at the local barber shop, this would later turn out to be mistake #1.

Here's a little list of things I failed to notice as warning signs upon getting my hair cut:

1. Haircuts advertised at $7 in the windows
2. The woman cutting my hair spoke very broken english ("you want it short?")
3. The only other hairdresser had to ask in Polish 'how to do say "follow me to the sink" in english to the woman who was frantically cutting my hair.
4. My haircut lasted maybe 10 min

All in all I got what I paid for... A Chinatown haircut from a Polish woman who had really bad hair herself.

In my defense though, the place was packed with other people and their hair looked fine. Not much I can do after the hairdresser takes that first swipe at your head with clippers!

Not a bad cut considering...