The Best Weekend Ever

I went to London intending to return the same night and stayed there for three days. During this time, I:
-developed an addiction to Müller Rice
-was permanently rain-soaked
-found 5 BGs (two of which are on my as-yet-undeveloped disposable camera), which
-must have made quite an odd impression on the people I was with, most of whom were awesome, Greek, and five to ten years my senior.

After a few hours of waffling over whether it was worth it to miss my 2 PM seminar on Monday for more fun and frivolity (retrospectively: I was half an hour late anyway, it was 2 hours' worth of Holocaust poetry, I smelled like a dog - it definitely would have been worth it), I hopped on the train back to Reading and promptly found two more gloves.

This was one of two gloves (or perhaps the same one trampled into relocation) I found on Carnaby Street. A group of boys who must have been a bit younger than me were watching as I crouched and snapped a picture of it, and then imitated the cheesy shutter noise of my phone. Oh, joy! 

Also Carnaby Street.

Notting Hill Road, after a thoroughly revolting hot apple cider. 

Chameleoned outside the RUSU building upon my return to dear old Reading.

Alas, someone shucked them off to add cream to their coffee in the HUMSS café and forgot about them. 

The Usual

November 25-
It's not a trip to the SportsPark without at least one black glove along a half-mile stretch of sidewalk! I think I'm getting the hang of the whole slowing-of-the-pace, dawdling-off-to-the-side, pretending-to-receive-a-text, deliberating-and-pretending-to-respond-while-actually-doubling-back-and-taking-a-photo-of-the-loot trick.

The Glaswegians

November 18-21:
Daniel and I were, um, uninformed enough to visit Glasgow in November. Apparently that place, at that time of the year, is kind of miserable, weather-wise, as we found out the hard way. However, constant umbrella-mangling winds and curtains of rain are ideal conditions for black glove spotting! Hence, I found three specimens, all along Sauchiehall Street.
(Apologies for the horrendous quality of the first one. The wind wasn't doing me any favors.)

The Campus Crusader

Tuesday, November 17-
This obscured all trace of what had previously been a horrendous morning.

The Four-Fingered Salute

Mid-November:
My housemate Rob was thoughtful enough to remember me. I think he secretly loves this.

I just have to say: I typed the tag "england" just as Tobias Fröberg sang "in my favorite room in England" over my iTunes. That sort of music-typing coincidence seems to happen to me an uncanny amount.

The Country Mouse

Early November:
Committed Correspondent Aaron says: On a ramble, in frampton-upon-severn, in the cotswolds, came along this little monster.

The Rising Sun

Monday, November 2nd-
Daniel and I were on the way to see Efterklang, walking down the road that later turns into London Street, past the Rising Sun pub (the poetry-centric one, not the metalhead one) when we encountered this bad boy lurking like the proverbial troll under the bridge.