The next day I woke up. I had missed the breakfast bar at the hotel. I slept in. Whoops.
I got off the tube at Embankment and got some food at the first place I could. Something quick, cheap and fast. McDonald’s. Yes, Yes, I did the American tourist thing and went with what was safe. I realize that I should have gone for something more multicultural or for something which I can’t normally get in Iowa City or in Birmingham for that matter but time was of the essence and I just hedged my bets.
After a “nice” meal, I headed across the Thames towards the London Eye. I had been here before in the winter and it was interesting to see it again but this time I was actually going to go on it. After a long wait in line, I got my ticket. There was another long wait in line to get on it.
The ride itself was quite interesting. The view was astounding. The worst of it was the sun had just come out. The glare was really bad. Also with it being a glass box it made it feel like it was a hot box. Oh well. I saw some pretty cool stuff that on that ride. There really isn't much to talk about really without it sounding cliched. It was just one hell of a view.
Afterwards I headed off towards the Duchess theatre.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
The Novello was presenting the play Cat on a Hot Tin Roof by Tennessee Williams with an all black cast. The plot revolves around the patriarch of a family who is dying and what will become of his estate. There is far more to it, including his son’s alcoholism and possible homosexuality. I did find it interesting to watch and listen considering Tennessee Williams went to the University of Iowa.
It was an interesting performance for various reasons.
Number One: James Earl Jones as Big Daddy who doesn’t show up until the second act. It creates this aura of mystery around the character as he is built up so much. His performance was filled with fire, passion, greed and hubris. It was an amazing performance with a lot of understanding and character development. I also found it interesting that the character would curse quite often. He had some pretty disparaging remarks to say about everyone in the family.
Number Two: the play is presented in real time. There were intermissions but once the play started up again, the actors were in their positions we last saw.
Number Three: all the performers were excellent, especially Adrian Lester as Brick, Big Daddy’s son. There were no weak performances.
Number Four: the crowd was quite unruly. On more than one occasion in the first act, cell phones went off and when they go off, they always go off for a while. Why is it that when phones go off at inappropriate times it is always some rap song like Flo Rida’s Low. Yes, that’s exactly what will add to the ambience of the theatre. “Shawty had them apple bottom jeans/ boots with the fur.” Yes. The couple sitting next to me were also lamenting at how it is disgraceful to have your cell phone on in a theatre.
Number Five: audience members showing up late. A large group of people showed up late and having people come in and shuffle about and make noise and see that they found their seats. God, that was annoying.
Number Six: the theatre itself was a bit annoying. I was up in one of the balconies. The ceilings were quite sloped. While I could still see quite well, it did make things quite claustrophobic at times.
All in all it was a quality show, strong performances all around and a truly involving human story.
Afterwards I went back to my hotel and fell asleep. Not much to tell. I did have a small blister on my foot from all the walking.
It was an interesting performance for various reasons.
Number One: James Earl Jones as Big Daddy who doesn’t show up until the second act. It creates this aura of mystery around the character as he is built up so much. His performance was filled with fire, passion, greed and hubris. It was an amazing performance with a lot of understanding and character development. I also found it interesting that the character would curse quite often. He had some pretty disparaging remarks to say about everyone in the family.
Number Two: the play is presented in real time. There were intermissions but once the play started up again, the actors were in their positions we last saw.
Number Three: all the performers were excellent, especially Adrian Lester as Brick, Big Daddy’s son. There were no weak performances.
Number Four: the crowd was quite unruly. On more than one occasion in the first act, cell phones went off and when they go off, they always go off for a while. Why is it that when phones go off at inappropriate times it is always some rap song like Flo Rida’s Low. Yes, that’s exactly what will add to the ambience of the theatre. “Shawty had them apple bottom jeans/ boots with the fur.” Yes. The couple sitting next to me were also lamenting at how it is disgraceful to have your cell phone on in a theatre.
Number Five: audience members showing up late. A large group of people showed up late and having people come in and shuffle about and make noise and see that they found their seats. God, that was annoying.
Number Six: the theatre itself was a bit annoying. I was up in one of the balconies. The ceilings were quite sloped. While I could still see quite well, it did make things quite claustrophobic at times.
All in all it was a quality show, strong performances all around and a truly involving human story.
Afterwards I went back to my hotel and fell asleep. Not much to tell. I did have a small blister on my foot from all the walking.
Walking Around the Thames
Last Friday I went down to London to see some plays as well as to explore the city. I booked a hotel in zone two of the city (at least zone two on the underground map). There are six zones with zone one and two (especially zone one) making up the city centre. My rationale for backing a hotel vs. a hostel was the added privacy as well as the fact that from what I’ve heard, many hostels in London are party oriented. I don’t like the idea of being forced to sleep with one eye open.
When I got into London the first thing I did was went to Green Park to kill some time. Green Park is right next to Buckingham Palace. It was interesting to see as well as ironic since I’ve yet to see the White House in person. After snapping photos and asking some questions to a security guard about the palace, I started to make my way back over to Green Park. I noticed an arch way just down the road. I said, why not? I might as well just because who knows if I’ll make it back there.
The archway was a memorial and surrounded the arch were other little memorials for soldiers in past wars who are dead and gone. I found many memorials like this across the city, small plagues and small statues. It was interesting at how this city seemed to be steeped in its own history.
I took the tube to Earl’s court and checked into my hotel. They had bumped me up from a single to a double at no extra charge. I was pleasantly surprised. The room was adequately sized. It’s not as big as American hotels but I wasn’t planning on staying in my hotel for any other reason than to sleep.
I got lost on the tube after that. The district line can be a bit fickle as to where it wants to go. Once I got my bearings straight I headed to right near the centre of the Thames. I got off and walked down. I found the Millennium Bridge which is sandwiched between St. Paul’s Cathedral and the Tate Modern Museum. I headed towards St. Paul’s. Snapped photos and then headed towards the Gherkin a massive skyscraper which is a huge part of the financial district. To me it looks like a Faberge Egg. It’s easy to get lost looking for it because it’s designed in such a way that you can only really see it when you are standing right beneath it.
I got a coffee and then went to the Tower of London. I didn’t go in it. I just walked around the outside. I then headed towards Tower Bridge. This is the actual name of it. It’s not London Bridge like most Americans think. From there I walked down the Thames and then crossed over again at London Bridge. Continuing along I crossed again at Southwark Bridge. I ran across the Globe theatre and then I crossed yet again at the Millennium Bridge. It was an epic walk after which I was quite exhausted.
For me it was an interesting walk just because I am a big fan of taking walks, especially around rivers. I tended to take some pretty extensive walks around the Iowa River my freshmen and sophomore years.
I headed to the Novello theatre. I found a place to grab dinner. It was a good meal though pricey. I found my seats and the play will be my next blog post.
When I got into London the first thing I did was went to Green Park to kill some time. Green Park is right next to Buckingham Palace. It was interesting to see as well as ironic since I’ve yet to see the White House in person. After snapping photos and asking some questions to a security guard about the palace, I started to make my way back over to Green Park. I noticed an arch way just down the road. I said, why not? I might as well just because who knows if I’ll make it back there.
The archway was a memorial and surrounded the arch were other little memorials for soldiers in past wars who are dead and gone. I found many memorials like this across the city, small plagues and small statues. It was interesting at how this city seemed to be steeped in its own history.
I took the tube to Earl’s court and checked into my hotel. They had bumped me up from a single to a double at no extra charge. I was pleasantly surprised. The room was adequately sized. It’s not as big as American hotels but I wasn’t planning on staying in my hotel for any other reason than to sleep.
I got lost on the tube after that. The district line can be a bit fickle as to where it wants to go. Once I got my bearings straight I headed to right near the centre of the Thames. I got off and walked down. I found the Millennium Bridge which is sandwiched between St. Paul’s Cathedral and the Tate Modern Museum. I headed towards St. Paul’s. Snapped photos and then headed towards the Gherkin a massive skyscraper which is a huge part of the financial district. To me it looks like a Faberge Egg. It’s easy to get lost looking for it because it’s designed in such a way that you can only really see it when you are standing right beneath it.
I got a coffee and then went to the Tower of London. I didn’t go in it. I just walked around the outside. I then headed towards Tower Bridge. This is the actual name of it. It’s not London Bridge like most Americans think. From there I walked down the Thames and then crossed over again at London Bridge. Continuing along I crossed again at Southwark Bridge. I ran across the Globe theatre and then I crossed yet again at the Millennium Bridge. It was an epic walk after which I was quite exhausted.
For me it was an interesting walk just because I am a big fan of taking walks, especially around rivers. I tended to take some pretty extensive walks around the Iowa River my freshmen and sophomore years.
I headed to the Novello theatre. I found a place to grab dinner. It was a good meal though pricey. I found my seats and the play will be my next blog post.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Reading Week
A few weeks ago it was reading week. Reading week is a week in which there is no school for the humanities majors. The people in the science courses who don’t have a reading week think it’s a little unfair. It probably is but that isn’t my problem. At this point in the game, I’ve still kept things pretty low key just because I am going to have a lot of free time towards the end of my time here in the UK just because I don’t have a summer term which is essentially the test term. That is when I’m planning on doing most of my traveling around.
I was however interviewed by a girl from one of my classes for her radio show. She had asked me if I would be able to do so last term and I agreed. We also ran into each other quite randomly at the Guild one night. After filmsoc we go there to discuss the movie over drinks.
She interviewed me about various topics: the differences between the UK and the US, things which are different at this University compared to the University of Iowa, experiences I had had and that sort of thing. It was mostly about how different but the same this university and this country was from back home. She also asked for my reasons why I chose Birmingham over others and why I chose to come here instead of going somewhere else.
It was an interspersed with music. It was a pretty good day and it was also a very interesting experience to be interviewed for a few hours over why I’m here.
Later that week one of my friends, Sonia was having a birthday party. We went to Lazerquest which is Lazer Tag but with a different name. It was fun though there was a slight snafu with the taxis. A few friends and I missed the first game but I didn’t mind so much. I just wish the staff personnel weren’t so rude.
I was however interviewed by a girl from one of my classes for her radio show. She had asked me if I would be able to do so last term and I agreed. We also ran into each other quite randomly at the Guild one night. After filmsoc we go there to discuss the movie over drinks.
She interviewed me about various topics: the differences between the UK and the US, things which are different at this University compared to the University of Iowa, experiences I had had and that sort of thing. It was mostly about how different but the same this university and this country was from back home. She also asked for my reasons why I chose Birmingham over others and why I chose to come here instead of going somewhere else.
It was an interspersed with music. It was a pretty good day and it was also a very interesting experience to be interviewed for a few hours over why I’m here.
Later that week one of my friends, Sonia was having a birthday party. We went to Lazerquest which is Lazer Tag but with a different name. It was fun though there was a slight snafu with the taxis. A few friends and I missed the first game but I didn’t mind so much. I just wish the staff personnel weren’t so rude.
21st Birthday
My birthday was a pretty good one. We all went to the Plough to get some food. There wasn’t much that happened other than there was a mix up at the tables and some of our group ate at the Green Man instead which isn’t as good a pub.
After my group was done we just went over to the Green Man. Their drinks are cheaper.
It was a pretty good night. Part of the fun of it being one’s birthday is that people will just buy you free pints left and right. It was nice.
For the most part I just kept it simple. We all just had a good time. Later on we went out to Gatecrasher which is a massive club. By massive, I mean massive. There are five separate club rooms each with a different theme as well as a main room with a DJ practically every night. I’m not the biggest fan of those hyper clubs. I prefer just going out to a nice bar or pub or having a quiet night in rather than something which is that loud although I do enjoy the occasional club.
When we got there I found the queue to be rather large and so I decided to hang out with my friend Victoria instead. We went back to her place which wasn’t that far from Gatecrasher. It was getting pretty late but then we both got cornered by one of her flat mates and we were forced… I mean compelled to hang out with her and her friends. It was okay but once it hit like 3 in the morning I was more than ready to leave.
After my group was done we just went over to the Green Man. Their drinks are cheaper.
It was a pretty good night. Part of the fun of it being one’s birthday is that people will just buy you free pints left and right. It was nice.
For the most part I just kept it simple. We all just had a good time. Later on we went out to Gatecrasher which is a massive club. By massive, I mean massive. There are five separate club rooms each with a different theme as well as a main room with a DJ practically every night. I’m not the biggest fan of those hyper clubs. I prefer just going out to a nice bar or pub or having a quiet night in rather than something which is that loud although I do enjoy the occasional club.
When we got there I found the queue to be rather large and so I decided to hang out with my friend Victoria instead. We went back to her place which wasn’t that far from Gatecrasher. It was getting pretty late but then we both got cornered by one of her flat mates and we were forced… I mean compelled to hang out with her and her friends. It was okay but once it hit like 3 in the morning I was more than ready to leave.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Manchester
After I got back home, for the next two weeks my life was hell. Writing papers is not much fun. Basically, instead of doing the work before hand, I kept pushing it off and procrastinating like crazy. One of the problems with the system over here is that while one may think that one has free time, one actually doesn’t.
My papers got done. Though they could have been better. That was my fault. I will say this, I never ever thought that I would gladly do work on a Friday just to make sure it got done.
After I handed my papers in, after all was said and done, I just did things for myself. Things which makes me happy. I went to the movies as many times as I could. I saw Up in the Air, The Road, The Book of Eli. I rented many movies off iTunes. All in all, it was mostly about just celebrating the fact that I was done with all that work.
The first major thing I did with this new term was I went to Manchester with my friend Charles from Filmsoc to go to an Ale tasting festival. That was brilliant. He like me is a big fan of stouts and ales. Lagers aren’t bad. They just don’t tend to have that personality of an Ale. Lagers all taste quite similar. Charles had been to these events before. He told me to rent the pint glass. There was also a ½ pint glass but the pint glass also had a marker for ½ pint. I just bought ½ pints all day but the vendors had a habit of overfilling by accident. So, I ended up getting more beer for less money.
One of the hosts for this event was Budweiser Budvar which has trouble selling anywhere other than Europe because of Anheuser Busch. In the pamphlet for the event which had all the different beers in it, there was a short piece which ripped the American counterpart to shreds. They didn’t beat around the bush at all. They just talked about how bad the American beer is.
Pretty much the norm for alcohol percentage was 5% or so. I think the weakest beer I had was 3.9%. Needless to say it was a good day although after a while, I couldn’t really taste the new beers just because my palate was shot. We did meet a group of German girls who kept saying cheers constantly. There was also a live band which played at the tail end of the event. They played old classic hits. Knocking on Heaven’s Door. For What it’s Worth. That sort of thing.
The city of Manchester itself seemed nice. They have a tram system there not unlike San Francisco. Before going to the festival Charles and I walked around a bit. We stopped by their public library which has a massive circular reading room. We also walked through their art museum and looked at some of the paintings very briefly. It was fun.
That night in the Manchester train station, there were a bunch of football hooligans. It was a big game day in Manchester. As we were getting on the train to get back to Brum, cops were wrestling some to the ground to arrest them. It was strange because those that were getting arrested seemed to take it pretty well like it was all part of the game. It was almost as if getting arrested was something fun for them.
It was a good day but there isn’t much to talk about really. I just went up and got decently drunk off of some very nice beer. Before I came to England, I never really liked beer. Now that I’m here, I’ve gained an appreciation. The thing is that beer in the States just tends to not have as good a flavor. My flat mates think light beer is ridiculous and in truth it kind of is. I would rather have a full flavored heavy dark beer, than one which is just like drinking water…. which is slightly off.
My papers got done. Though they could have been better. That was my fault. I will say this, I never ever thought that I would gladly do work on a Friday just to make sure it got done.
After I handed my papers in, after all was said and done, I just did things for myself. Things which makes me happy. I went to the movies as many times as I could. I saw Up in the Air, The Road, The Book of Eli. I rented many movies off iTunes. All in all, it was mostly about just celebrating the fact that I was done with all that work.
The first major thing I did with this new term was I went to Manchester with my friend Charles from Filmsoc to go to an Ale tasting festival. That was brilliant. He like me is a big fan of stouts and ales. Lagers aren’t bad. They just don’t tend to have that personality of an Ale. Lagers all taste quite similar. Charles had been to these events before. He told me to rent the pint glass. There was also a ½ pint glass but the pint glass also had a marker for ½ pint. I just bought ½ pints all day but the vendors had a habit of overfilling by accident. So, I ended up getting more beer for less money.
One of the hosts for this event was Budweiser Budvar which has trouble selling anywhere other than Europe because of Anheuser Busch. In the pamphlet for the event which had all the different beers in it, there was a short piece which ripped the American counterpart to shreds. They didn’t beat around the bush at all. They just talked about how bad the American beer is.
Pretty much the norm for alcohol percentage was 5% or so. I think the weakest beer I had was 3.9%. Needless to say it was a good day although after a while, I couldn’t really taste the new beers just because my palate was shot. We did meet a group of German girls who kept saying cheers constantly. There was also a live band which played at the tail end of the event. They played old classic hits. Knocking on Heaven’s Door. For What it’s Worth. That sort of thing.
The city of Manchester itself seemed nice. They have a tram system there not unlike San Francisco. Before going to the festival Charles and I walked around a bit. We stopped by their public library which has a massive circular reading room. We also walked through their art museum and looked at some of the paintings very briefly. It was fun.
That night in the Manchester train station, there were a bunch of football hooligans. It was a big game day in Manchester. As we were getting on the train to get back to Brum, cops were wrestling some to the ground to arrest them. It was strange because those that were getting arrested seemed to take it pretty well like it was all part of the game. It was almost as if getting arrested was something fun for them.
It was a good day but there isn’t much to talk about really. I just went up and got decently drunk off of some very nice beer. Before I came to England, I never really liked beer. Now that I’m here, I’ve gained an appreciation. The thing is that beer in the States just tends to not have as good a flavor. My flat mates think light beer is ridiculous and in truth it kind of is. I would rather have a full flavored heavy dark beer, than one which is just like drinking water…. which is slightly off.
The Flight Back
I didn’t really do much while I was at home. I saw a few friends but mostly I just hung out with the family. My flight back was another interesting adventure. It started at round about five in the morning. My brother Chris was to drive me back to St. Louis to catch a mid morning flight. We were a little rushed for time but we made several stops to grab cheap coffee from truck stops. Neither of us are morning people.
We got to the airport all right. I was the last one to check in and I had to rush to get through security. I then found out that the flight was delayed by about 30 minutes. I bought some candy for the flight. I ended up not eating it until after I got back to Birmingham.
I talked with some of the other passengers before we boarded. They were heading to Ottawa for their second Christmas and for New Years.
The flight from St. Louis to Toronto was uneventful. I wish I had had my camera on me for when we actually flew into the city because it was one hell of a view. Seeing the CN Tower looming over the city like a giant citadel was quite a sight.
I kept checking my watch constantly. We were running late and I was going to have to hoof it to get through customs to get to my next flight on time. We did land in a separate terminal and were bussed over to the main concourse to get through customs. It was annoying just because I was running so late. Thankfully, I got through on time (and I now have a Canadian stamp) and I rushed to my next flight. Due to being so late they had bumped me but they allowed me to get on this flight. I was heading to Montreal. There is a flight between Toronto and Montreal almost every hour. I didn’t need to rush as much as I thought I had to.
I did have time to purchase a book from a News stand. I had finished the only book I brought with me on the flight and I needed something to entertain myself. I purchased City of Thieves by David Benioff. It’s a pretty solid read. I did however forget at how expensive books are in North America. I had gotten so used to UK book prices.
Once we landed in Montreal, the first thing I saw once I debarked from the flight was a restaurant. I probably could have found a different one, or a much cheaper one but I didn’t really care at this point. I just wanted food. I had a salmon steak and a vodka martini. I found out pretty quickly that I don’t really like those just because I don’t like vodka. I also had a pint of Heineken beer.
I found my gate. There was added security in the airport due to the Detroit incident. There was a doorway where once I walked through I was going to have to stay on that side no matter what. I decided to hang back at a café bar type place. I had two more pints of Rickard’s Red beer which is a very tasty Canadian beer that I had never heard of before. Very amber.
I got on the plane and due to my exhaustion, and the amount of alcohol which was in my system, I crashed the second I got comfortable. I don’t remembering taxiing. I don’t remember take off. I remember waking up half way through the flight realizing that the person next to me had gotten up and was sitting somewhere else. I did ask the stewardess if there was supposed to be a meal. Apparently I had slept through that as well. They did provide me with one though. I got a crew meal just because the economy meal wasn’t looking so good at this point. It was trout and as airplane food goes, it was actually pretty good.
We landed. I went through customs. Got to the underground and went to Euston train station. Once there I was going to buy a ticket to get home.
When I was in line to purchase my ticket there was a woman in front of me who was taking forever. I kept checking my watch repeatedly. The man behind me asked where I was going. I told him I could make the 9:23 to Birmingham if this woman would hurry up. “It’s always a life story.” I’m looking at this guy. The second he said that I start noticing that he looks very familiar. I then ask a dumb question. “Has anybody ever mistaken you for James Ellroy?”
“I am James Ellroy.”
My immediate reaction was that I thought he was lying but he kept giving me this wry smile. That’s when I realized that he wasn’t lying at all. I shook his hand and said that I was a fan of his work. For those of you who don’t know, James Ellroy is the crime novelist who wrote The Black Dahlia and L.A. Confidential among others. A few minutes later he went up to the woman selling the tickets and told her that she should do her job just because the line was getting pretty long. “Stop listening to this life story.” The woman with the life story thought he was being rude and while, yes, he was I’m still going to side with him.
Number One: He’s James Ellroy
Number Two: I could have made that 9:23 train if this woman didn’t have a 20 minute problem.
We got to the airport all right. I was the last one to check in and I had to rush to get through security. I then found out that the flight was delayed by about 30 minutes. I bought some candy for the flight. I ended up not eating it until after I got back to Birmingham.
I talked with some of the other passengers before we boarded. They were heading to Ottawa for their second Christmas and for New Years.
The flight from St. Louis to Toronto was uneventful. I wish I had had my camera on me for when we actually flew into the city because it was one hell of a view. Seeing the CN Tower looming over the city like a giant citadel was quite a sight.
I kept checking my watch constantly. We were running late and I was going to have to hoof it to get through customs to get to my next flight on time. We did land in a separate terminal and were bussed over to the main concourse to get through customs. It was annoying just because I was running so late. Thankfully, I got through on time (and I now have a Canadian stamp) and I rushed to my next flight. Due to being so late they had bumped me but they allowed me to get on this flight. I was heading to Montreal. There is a flight between Toronto and Montreal almost every hour. I didn’t need to rush as much as I thought I had to.
I did have time to purchase a book from a News stand. I had finished the only book I brought with me on the flight and I needed something to entertain myself. I purchased City of Thieves by David Benioff. It’s a pretty solid read. I did however forget at how expensive books are in North America. I had gotten so used to UK book prices.
Once we landed in Montreal, the first thing I saw once I debarked from the flight was a restaurant. I probably could have found a different one, or a much cheaper one but I didn’t really care at this point. I just wanted food. I had a salmon steak and a vodka martini. I found out pretty quickly that I don’t really like those just because I don’t like vodka. I also had a pint of Heineken beer.
I found my gate. There was added security in the airport due to the Detroit incident. There was a doorway where once I walked through I was going to have to stay on that side no matter what. I decided to hang back at a café bar type place. I had two more pints of Rickard’s Red beer which is a very tasty Canadian beer that I had never heard of before. Very amber.
I got on the plane and due to my exhaustion, and the amount of alcohol which was in my system, I crashed the second I got comfortable. I don’t remembering taxiing. I don’t remember take off. I remember waking up half way through the flight realizing that the person next to me had gotten up and was sitting somewhere else. I did ask the stewardess if there was supposed to be a meal. Apparently I had slept through that as well. They did provide me with one though. I got a crew meal just because the economy meal wasn’t looking so good at this point. It was trout and as airplane food goes, it was actually pretty good.
We landed. I went through customs. Got to the underground and went to Euston train station. Once there I was going to buy a ticket to get home.
When I was in line to purchase my ticket there was a woman in front of me who was taking forever. I kept checking my watch repeatedly. The man behind me asked where I was going. I told him I could make the 9:23 to Birmingham if this woman would hurry up. “It’s always a life story.” I’m looking at this guy. The second he said that I start noticing that he looks very familiar. I then ask a dumb question. “Has anybody ever mistaken you for James Ellroy?”
“I am James Ellroy.”
My immediate reaction was that I thought he was lying but he kept giving me this wry smile. That’s when I realized that he wasn’t lying at all. I shook his hand and said that I was a fan of his work. For those of you who don’t know, James Ellroy is the crime novelist who wrote The Black Dahlia and L.A. Confidential among others. A few minutes later he went up to the woman selling the tickets and told her that she should do her job just because the line was getting pretty long. “Stop listening to this life story.” The woman with the life story thought he was being rude and while, yes, he was I’m still going to side with him.
Number One: He’s James Ellroy
Number Two: I could have made that 9:23 train if this woman didn’t have a 20 minute problem.
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