The Evolving Style of my Room

Rain, rain, rain... continuous rain. The sun wants to rest for a while. My friend Riikka is coming here tomorrow from Finland. She has such a bad luck: the forecast predicts continuous rain for all the 5 days she's here. Well, one thing I've learned here, you can never trust the forecast...

One night last week I was sitting in my room and suddenly heard someone in the backyard yell and spell the name of our street, Kelvinhaugh Street, to someone on the phone, possibly Glasgow Taxis call centre. 'Yes, it's KelvinHAUGH Street, KelvinHAUGGGHHGHH Street'. I was kind of relieved to hear that. I've always wondered if it's just me and my pronuciation, or if there really is something peculiar about our street name. This is because the taxi drivers always repeat the street name after me in a questioning tone:
'To KELVINhaugh Street, please.'
'KelvinHAUGH street?'
'Yes, KelvinHAUGH street'.

Maybe it's the stress. Or maybe there's another street called KelvinHALL street. Whatever the case, I've got less than four weeks left in KelvinHAUGH Street *sigh* :( , in my cosy wee room. In honour of my room, I decided to add an entry on its capability of evolving through time.


The bleakness struck me when I arrived in January. Look how boring! Terrible!


A trip to Ikea did wonders. Neat and pretty. Not much stuff on the walls yet. Being a good girl.


The arrival of my favourite cloth from Finland did even more wonders. This is how my room used to look in London back in 2002 (the cloth is from Camden Lock Market). Back then the cloth stayed put all summer with Blue tack. Not here. This look was hippytrippy cool but impractical: one night I woke up to the horror of the cloth falling all over me slowly like a ghost. The damned Blue tack had let me down.


After the Easter break I took the cloth off of the ceiling and put a Chihiro poster on the wall instead. This is how my humble abode looks now, and I like it! Or LOVE it, more like. Note the cereal boxes on the floor btw. A proof of both my laziness and environmental attitudes. I still haven't found the recycling bin. There are just a few central collection centres scattered around the city, no idea where the nearest one is. And no car to transport my carton mountain there. Oh, bugger. Mañana, mañana.


And lastly, here's my favourite poster:



My favourite Bushisms in this poster include:

'I know that the human being and fish can coexist peacefully.' (indeed, Mr. Bush!)
'It's clearly a budget. It's got a lot of numbers in it.' (good reasoning, Mr. Bush!)
'That's a chapter, the last chapter of the twentieth, twentieth, twenty-first century that most of us would rather forget. The last chapter of the twentieth century. This is the twenty-first century.' (really sure now, Mr. Bush?)
'I think if you know what you believe, it makes it a lot easier to answer questions. I can't answer your question.' (believing is the answer, Mr. Bush!)