Today I met my friends for the first time in 4 years

Today I went to meet two of my former University friends for the first time in four years.

Walking to meet them at Canary Wharf was more nerve racking than I had expected it to be, maybe because there was two of them and one of me and I wasn't sure what I'd say to all their questions.

We had spent 3 years living together, studying, cooking, getting ready to go out, bitched and argued whilst studying at Goldsmiths, which abruptly ended over a row to do with housing. So would I be met with frosty stares or controlled conservatism?

On arrival...

When I got there, we headed to Paul's patisserie and began the formulaic - so how have you been then? After a while, thanks to a few jokes about uni and the ice was broken.

In two hours we tried to recount our lives spent in the absence of each others company.

As people I felt we had all changed a great deal, they were focused, placing their career central to their lives, whereas I live my life around my careerand am still developing my career.

It was great to see them and left on a good parting with cigarettes in the sun in Canada square, watch out for part two...

Boris Johnson on LBC

I just heard a cracking interview on LBC with presenter James interviewing Boris Johnson, jubilant that he is now in the running for London Mayor.

James certainly has a direct way of interviewing and wasnt afraid to question the possible issue of the publics trust in the floppy haired, freckled one based on his private life and lack of policies set out for how he will better London.

In fairness to Boris he gave good reasons for not broadcasting his policies, but it makes you wonder what you are voting for fi someone won't say.

It's definately a great show (on around mid morning) and worth listening to, to hear someone who isnt afraid to ask the questions many of us want to know the answers to.

Check out this site to hear the show on www.lbc.co.uk

Trains in the morning

This morning there was a definate feel of autumn with forecasters promising a chilly spell.

I have to get this off my chest- people that are space precious and selfish on the underground- why do the people who are stood in the middle of the seats not move down, leaving everyone else stood jammed in near the doors like cattle in a truck?

This morning there was a playright stood engrossed in her battered play completely oblivious to the sardines rammed in by the doors- one man even called her a dozy cow, but she didnt seem to notice thanks to Romeo and Juliet.

yesterday I couldnt work out if a woman was pregnant or not and she gave me a filthy look when I stood up for her.

My first lecture with David - No Blog No Job

As a new student, I Anna Baker studying at Westminster I was introduced to david- a respected blogger.

So far Ive entered my first realm of nerdiness unbeknown to me before- dreamweaver, photoshop etc are about to become my new friends - apparently.

Everyone is looking quite intrigued by this prospect of blog = job- Ill let you know in 12 months if this has worked out.