Now that's commitment

Firstly, allow me to just take a moment to cheer uncontrollably and bounce wildly around with unbridled glee and happiness.

AND - A - WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Now that that's out of my system, I'll return to my calm, composed, eloquent and reflected self.... No, I'm not, I'm still bouncing around. Figuratively speaking, anyway, a cancer hospital at midnight isn't a place you bounce happily around in anyway. What is the cause for this outburst of joy and excitement, you ask? Well, I've turned slightly insane. Or just very impulsive. I have a personality disorder, we do that, we have impulse control issues. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking with it!

"What I've done this time?" Well, I sort of booked flight tickets. To London. All alone. In December. But it was so cheap! €36 for a round trip ticket from Oslo to London and back. Allright, I have to fly from Torp, granted, and land at Stanstead, but really, who cares, I'll drive to Torp and hop on a train at Stanstead to central London, it'll be fine. I've been thinking about this for a few weeks now, going to London. I've never been to England, let alone London, except when I had a 12 hour lay-over at Heathrow on my way home from Malta. For a girl who writes more English than Norwegian, love British humor and adore Top Gear this is sort of a shame, and should be rectified soon-ish. And now that I actually have some money, I had to seize the opportunity.

"And what will I do in London all alone?" Aah, you see, the thing about travelling alone is that all though it may sound lonely, you don't have to cater to anyones needs but your own. So, after huffing and puffing through London and hopefully finding my hotel (I'll probably stay here) I'm going to try and get to central London to see if I can find Big Ben or something, walk around, stare at people and things, maybe see the London Eye or Madame Tussauds. Hopefully I'll find a brochure or a nice receptionist who can point me in the main direction of something vaguely interesting. Oh, and I thought I could do some christmas shopping! Yeah, that's a good argument...

And what do you know, Depeche Mode just HAPPENS to play at the O2 when I'm there! It's magic, fate, destiny, like it was meant to be! Well yeah, so I got a ticke for that too. *cough* But it had nothing to do with it orignally, honest.

Anyway, that's the plan. A flight, a hotel, a city, a band, then home again. If anyone is dying to join me, you're more than welcome. I haven't booked a hotel just yet...