And we're back in London for the final leg of Emma, Emily & Alyshia Take Europe. This season has come too an end way to premature especially as three new cast members have joined the picture. As we prepare to leave these guys have only begun. We pass on the Olympic torch to the next host country. Life, a swinging door. I wouldn't use this metaphor sparingly as people do tend to whisper to one another afterwards. This, I learned the hard way.
But what better way to see London than to take a 4:00am walk along South Bank. That is, after seeing the likes of Bob Sinclair at the one, the only, Ministry of Sound. Cool? Yeah eh.
This is not another sunset photoshoot. No no no this is a its-6:00am-and-the-sun-is-in-the-process-of-rising photoshoot and I'm letting out my inner Titanic monologue. Clearly sleep deprivation was taking its toll.
We started the night with Italian tapas and drinks. I don't know why because we were on our way to a 4 course Indian meal (BYOB) but was I going to complain? Of coarse not, I love food! Correction, loved. Past tense. I loved food.
I would like to emphasize the danger of Indian food. The faint smell of it is drool worthy, which will further cause addiction and force you to eat others' nan bread crust. It's diversity will make you dip your spoon into all surrounding friend's dishes. And you will be so busy shovelling this delicious food down your throat that you will forget that rice expansion causes a great deal of pain during digestion if you eat nearly 4 plates. Pair this with a full bottle of wine and well, I thought I saw the stretch marks begin to appear. I read that pregnant people use Bio Oil to avoid this but no one had brought any.
Sitting wasn't an option, dancing wasn't an option, standing alone in the corner of a club was my only option.