9.9.10

Now on British Standard Time

I've been meaning to write something since I got to London two days ago, but every time I sit down in front of a blank Blogger screen, my mind gets a little unfocused.

So in no particular order:

I'm here --- here being London, where I am staying temporarily with a very old friend Stellou (who used to write this blog) and her husband. The advantages to this arrangement are many, of which freshly cooked homemade dinner every night is certainly not the least of them. Tonight, however, we'll be going to Chinatown for roast duck at the legendary Four Seasons (not the hotel chain, the Gerrard Street institution). This is not on my account; the dinner plans were made with Stellou's friends before I showed up. I am merely a tagger-along.

I am not too badly jetlagged (yes, famous last words, I know) because first of all, I was sleeping odd hours that were almost in sync with London time before I left, and secondly, I slept for most of the flight, thanks to a surprise upgrade to business class. How do you get upgraded to business class without asking? My experience:
  • Show up at the airport damn early --- in my case, 2.5 hours before the start of check-in.
  • Enquire politely about the possibility of dropping off your luggage (I'd already completed online check-in).
  • Let the ground staff mention the U-word and beam appropriately.
  • Be polite and smiley and obliging --- even when the ground staff says something about "making yourself more presentable" for business class. (Most friends I've told this story to, have been particularly stunned by the choice of the word "presentable".)
I haven't had a free business class upgrade in over a decade, and can I just say that having a flat bed-like surface to stretch out on was enough motivation to make want to work harder, so that I can afford business class tickets for long-haul flights in future.

Anyway.

So since I got here, I've been walking around, getting used to the little nuances of how Londoners do things, occasionally tweeting, and generally getting through the psychological shift that comes with being plonked down in a new environment and knowing that you're not leaving for a while.

Still, the thing about being here for only a year is that I can't help feeling like time is ticking away already.

Edited to add (12 September): Oops, the title of this blog post should read British Summer Time. Can you tell I'm new in town?

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2 Comments:

At 9/09/2010 7:07 pm , Blogger bowb said...

how does one make oneself more presentable for business class, i wonder. (and what do they say to rockstars who make a living out of being unpresentable?) grumble.

 
At 9/10/2010 5:32 pm , Blogger Tym said...

I think if you pay for your business class seat, they probably don't hassle you too much. My seat was a freebie. :)

 

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