London Diary: Life Goes Full Circle
For me there’s nothing quite as nerve-racking than staring down the belly of a long haul flight, but after a mini bottle of vodka and a few deep lunges at the departure gate I filed onto the A380 with a bag of mags and my sights set on thing and one thing only, London.
One baby wipe shower, several disco naps and 27 hours later I found myself in the back of an classic black cab winding through the streets of London’s West End. As we slowly pulled up outside the Marylebone Hotel I had an overwhelming sense that I had been here before.
And as I stepped into the foyer of the gorgeous boutique hotel, it all flooded back to me.
Holy shit! I thought.
I had stayed here almost ten years ago as a wide eyed teenager on my first trip to London with my mum. I remember being in awe at how beautiful and charming this this suburb was.
“Well I’ll be damned” I said to the man at reception, hyper aware of how bad I probably looked and smelt.
But despite my outward appearance I had come so far since first time I stepped through these doors.
“All expenses have been paid for Miss, here is your room key and please enjoy your business stay at the Marylebone Hotel…”
“And I hope you find some time for yourself as well.” He smiled before motioning at the bellboy.
Finding time for myself? That shouldn’t be too hard…
With a day to kill before my meetings began I decided to hit the streets of Soho in search of a cure for jet lag.
While my mind said salad my body said “RED VELVET CAKE!”
And so I ate and ate and ate.
Once I had devoured the entire slab of cake and two coffees, it was time to walk around aimlessly and see all of the London-y things!
It could have been the smile from the handsome chap coming out of the Tube station or the fact that I stumbled across Piccadilly Circus but all of a sudden I felt like confident Bridget Jones in the original film as she walks through the streets of London with not a single fuck to be given.
Admittedly too afraid to catch any form of public transport I Google Mapped my back to the hotel, only getting trampled on twice for walking on the wrong side of the footpath.
Once back at the hotel I collapsed into a heap on my bed, still coming to terms that I had unknowingly made it back here again. With over fifteen meetings already set up for the six days that I would be in London town, I knew this was going to be an entirely different experience.
As night fell I forced myself to get dressed up for my first dinner in the city, but failed miserably…
I decided to make the call to stay in with a glass of champagne and a bottle of fake tan. I figured that no one on Bond Street would take a pale Aussie seriously, but as I reflect back I think that might have been the jet lag talking…
Time for bed.
Despite a crappy nights sleep, as my alarm rang out at 5:30am I was up and ready…
Rise and shine, it’s business time baby!
The first day of being a career girl in London would bring with it some very interesting learnings, but maybe the most interesting was pertaining to ‘The Gentleman’, a rare creature that has been declared extinct by many women in Sydney.
But that’s a story for another time.
Big love from gorgeous London,