So as I mentioned in my last post, Saturday was my first day of teaching. What fun! Did you know that kids are all the same, no matter where in the world you are? Seriously, all the same. There are the shy ones, the precocious ones, the ones who hate singing and the ones who love Star Trek... wait Star Trek? That's right, I was greeted Saturday morning by a little boy who gave me the Vulcan hand symbol for "Live Long and Prosper". Now, I'm all for nerdy kids, loving crazy things, but isn't he a bit young for Star Trek? I was actually taken aback... I'm too young for the star trek where Spock was popular... I watched it in re-runs. So how did this 7yr old little boy get on to Spock? I blame the parents. Not that I minded much, it was quite cute and funny.
For my first class I had the 7-9yr olds. there were 6 of them. We started by talking about the rules of the class and then about how to stand with good posture when we sing. It was like any other day back at stage coach. Then the questions started coming at me: "Where are you from?" "Are you from America?" I answered each question in stride and refocused the group on singing. that is until one little girl asked me if I knew what an elk was. To this I answered yes, which prompted her to ask me if I'd ever seen an elk. Again I answered yes, and was growing curious about the line of questioning. "Is that because you are from Canada?" was the young girl's next query. I said I figured so and she launched into a story about how she had been to the Rockies in 2006 (baring in mind that she is 8) and that she saw an elk. Then she asked if I'd seen a glacier (pronounced glAh-cier) and once I replied that I had she got very excited about the glacier walk she did when she was in Canada. I assume she meant the Columbian Ice Fields, up by Jasper. It was a very nice bonding moment for us as I was reminded just how amazing a country Canada really is.
The rest of the class went fairly well, with only one little boy scowling with musical hatred, and then it was on to the older children. Aged 10-15 these kids are very talented. Smiles all around, we talked about favourite musicals and songs, and I quickly realized that I need to hone up on my musical knowledge. There is so much happening in the world of musicals here in London that never ever makes it to Vancouver. I am old and out of touch...and foreign. The favourite singers of these children are people I've never even heard of. British stars who never make it across the pond. I'm going to have to go troll the magazine stands for clues as to what is hot in Britain these days!
So, with week one of teaching a success, its onto planning the term. I always hate this part, afraid the kids won't like what I choose for them, or that i will be to simple/hard for them. Its always a bit of a guessing game for me. But I'll sort it out. If all else fails, we'll do a Canadian unit and I'll teach the kids Oh Canada and the Great Saskatchewan Pirate.
Cheerio!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Educating the British
So tomorrow I have my first day as a teacher in the UK! I'm very excited about it and am geared up for the first day.I have my lesson plans done, and my games planned out and I am ready to roll. I've tried to think of all the little 'Canadian-isms' that might sneak into my vocabulary which might cause the children to react. For example; in Canada, we wear pants while Brits wear trousers. No big deal right? Wrong. Brits also wear pants...under their trousers! I wouldn't want to ask the kids to make sure they wear comfortable pants to class! Other ones that might come up are soccer/football, sweater/jumper. I need to be careful. Beyond that, I'm excited to be the new "foreign" teacher. I don't know what to expect from the kids... are they going to be really good? Because, obviously, if you live in London you must be entrenched in musical theatre trivia from birth right? They're going to catch on that I don't know anything about musicals written after Wicked. I think that a field trip to the West End is in order for me! I need to catch up on the current hits and find out who is who on stage today... so that I can talk about it to the kiddies. Best of all, it will be a business expense!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Flat out
So I have officially moved into my new London flat! How exciting is that? After just two weeks of searching and seeing some pretty awful places, I have moved into a lovely Victorian house in Walthamstow. Walthamstow is in the north east of London, at the end of the Victoria tube line. It is in transit zone three and is a perfect little place for me. My flatmate is also the owner of the house, a lovely lady from Canada who works for the High Commission. This is the one whose son is an opera singer, and he came over last night to chat and give me some info about what is going on around here in music. How wonderfully handy! He is a tenor and works fairly regularly and had some good suggestions for church gigs, teachers and the like. So now I've got to act. Things are just about in place so that I can get rolling on the main purpose of my trip; to sing. So here I go!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Free chocolate cake!
So it's Wednesday, and it has been a busy and , dare I say, successful week so far. I'm slowly getting the hang of this crazy city and realizing just how big, and expensive it really is! I've been sending out resumes daily to teaching jobs, catering companies, recruiting firms, you name it. And this week I'm starting to see the fruits of my labour. I have scheduled 4 interviews, one or two per day, with different event staffing companies, and today I signed with my first one. Apparently my resume is fantastic and they were very excited to bring in on board. They even skipped the typical interview and went straight into the new hire paperwork. So I will be doing some work for CIP recruitment, which specializes staffing "Silver Service" events. So basically fine dinning cater-waiter stuff. Every time I hear the term "Silver Service", I want to say "Silver Spoon", as that's pretty much all it boils down to.
Tomorrow, I have an interview with an agency that seems to me to be entirely staffed by Canadians. Every time someone calls me from the office, its another Canadian, so this is good. They are particularly excited about having me come in. Why?, you ask. Well obviously because I've worked as a Skate Marshal before! Yup, who would've thought that my experience working as skate patrol at Robson Square would EVER come in handy? It turns out that this organization runs two major (and I think probably only) skating rinks in London and they are looking for staff. Who knows, maybe I'll have to have my hockey skates shipped to me from Canada!
On top of all of this, probably the best news is that I have found a teaching position. I will be working for LIPA 4:19, which is an academy branch of the main LIPA school. The structure is very similar to that of StageCoach, where I was working in Vancouver, so I should feel right at home. I had a great interview on Monday evening and was offered the position on Tuesday afternoon. Don't worry, I won't be moving to Liverpool just yet, I only have to travel as far as Wanstead... wherever that is!
Tonight I am going to view a flat. I'm excited by this one. It is at the higher end of my budget but still manageable and is a flat that I would share with a woman from Canada who's son just happens to be non other than... an opera singer! With that in mind, I assume she is used to living with singers, and might even have a piano. She is quite a bit older than I but I think this is a good thing. It is in NE London and promises to be fairly large and clean. Here's hoping!
So with all of this progress and good news, I decided I was going to treat myself to a pint of Guinness and a snack at a near by pub. I ordered my food and sat, peacefully enjoying my well earned beer and my little plate of hummus. I was almost done my plate, when I bit into a piece of hard plastic... It had come off the tub that the hummus came out of! (gotta love British cooking!) I politely showed it to the manager of the pub, and she was mortified. So apologetic and said she would talk to the kitchen, and did I want her to get me another plate. Since I was just about finished, I politely declined and she ran off to the kitchen, presumably to chastise the kitchen staff. After about 5 minutes she return to my table, still very apologetic and offered me another drink or maybe a desert pudding. My Canadian attitude of not wanting to put people out kicked in, and I once again declined. She told me that if I changed her mind, I should just let her know. I continued to enjoy my beer, and then it dawned on me... here is someone offering me desert. Something I have been depriving myself of for weeks because I am conserving my money. And I can have it for FREE! I would be stupid to say no.
So I ran up to the bar, and asked if the offer still stood. Since it did I ordered myself a chocolate fudge cake. And out it came, hot and runny. The fantastic top-er to a great day and the perfect celebration for all of my achievements thus far.
Tomorrow, I have an interview with an agency that seems to me to be entirely staffed by Canadians. Every time someone calls me from the office, its another Canadian, so this is good. They are particularly excited about having me come in. Why?, you ask. Well obviously because I've worked as a Skate Marshal before! Yup, who would've thought that my experience working as skate patrol at Robson Square would EVER come in handy? It turns out that this organization runs two major (and I think probably only) skating rinks in London and they are looking for staff. Who knows, maybe I'll have to have my hockey skates shipped to me from Canada!
On top of all of this, probably the best news is that I have found a teaching position. I will be working for LIPA 4:19, which is an academy branch of the main LIPA school. The structure is very similar to that of StageCoach, where I was working in Vancouver, so I should feel right at home. I had a great interview on Monday evening and was offered the position on Tuesday afternoon. Don't worry, I won't be moving to Liverpool just yet, I only have to travel as far as Wanstead... wherever that is!
Tonight I am going to view a flat. I'm excited by this one. It is at the higher end of my budget but still manageable and is a flat that I would share with a woman from Canada who's son just happens to be non other than... an opera singer! With that in mind, I assume she is used to living with singers, and might even have a piano. She is quite a bit older than I but I think this is a good thing. It is in NE London and promises to be fairly large and clean. Here's hoping!
So with all of this progress and good news, I decided I was going to treat myself to a pint of Guinness and a snack at a near by pub. I ordered my food and sat, peacefully enjoying my well earned beer and my little plate of hummus. I was almost done my plate, when I bit into a piece of hard plastic... It had come off the tub that the hummus came out of! (gotta love British cooking!) I politely showed it to the manager of the pub, and she was mortified. So apologetic and said she would talk to the kitchen, and did I want her to get me another plate. Since I was just about finished, I politely declined and she ran off to the kitchen, presumably to chastise the kitchen staff. After about 5 minutes she return to my table, still very apologetic and offered me another drink or maybe a desert pudding. My Canadian attitude of not wanting to put people out kicked in, and I once again declined. She told me that if I changed her mind, I should just let her know. I continued to enjoy my beer, and then it dawned on me... here is someone offering me desert. Something I have been depriving myself of for weeks because I am conserving my money. And I can have it for FREE! I would be stupid to say no.
So I ran up to the bar, and asked if the offer still stood. Since it did I ordered myself a chocolate fudge cake. And out it came, hot and runny. The fantastic top-er to a great day and the perfect celebration for all of my achievements thus far.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Jazz Vespers
So after a week of hunting for jobs and and flats, this Sunday I broke down! I had worked a "discovery shift" at a sushi restaurant on Friday and didn't get the job. Then on Saturday I ran around London looking at flats and didn't find anything that would work for me. So Sunday morning, it hit me... I'm unemployed and homeless and living in a strange city! What have I done!
I decided to give myself the day off. I read my book, napped, and took her easy. Around 3 I decided it was time to go for a walk. I let me feet guide me and I found myself at the British Museum. Admission is free, but I didn't feel like looking at the exhibits, so I just looked at the beautiful building. It is amazing. With a ceiling that reminded me of Hogwarts!
After the museum, I kept up the wandering until it seemed I was the only person on the street. I was in 'the city', London's financial district, closed on Sundays. I turned corner and found myself in front of a humble little Lutheran church. On the sign outside, it read "Jazz Vespers this evening 18:30, jazz choir meets at 17:00, everyone welcome." It was 16:40! I decided I wanted to sing, so I ran to the store up the road and bought myself a quick take-away dinner of a sandwich and some fruit and went back to the church to sing!
the choir consisted of myself and two others. We had a director and a drummer, bassist, pianist and vocal soloist. And good musicians! The director turn out to be a gentleman who is a professor at the Guildhall school of music and also a music educator. The Fantastic soloist just finished her PHD and was a wealth of information about the music scene in London. After the very pleasant service, I chatted with the musicians. It seems the director thinks he might have some teaching work for me. I'll have to email him to find out.
The soloist and I walked together for several blocks and she shared her experience as a young singer in London and gave me tips for finding scores, jobs, flats, you name it! It was great.
I got back to the hostel feeling revived with a whole new energy for my mission. I have new leads and new friends.
It's going to be great!
I decided to give myself the day off. I read my book, napped, and took her easy. Around 3 I decided it was time to go for a walk. I let me feet guide me and I found myself at the British Museum. Admission is free, but I didn't feel like looking at the exhibits, so I just looked at the beautiful building. It is amazing. With a ceiling that reminded me of Hogwarts!
After the museum, I kept up the wandering until it seemed I was the only person on the street. I was in 'the city', London's financial district, closed on Sundays. I turned corner and found myself in front of a humble little Lutheran church. On the sign outside, it read "Jazz Vespers this evening 18:30, jazz choir meets at 17:00, everyone welcome." It was 16:40! I decided I wanted to sing, so I ran to the store up the road and bought myself a quick take-away dinner of a sandwich and some fruit and went back to the church to sing!
the choir consisted of myself and two others. We had a director and a drummer, bassist, pianist and vocal soloist. And good musicians! The director turn out to be a gentleman who is a professor at the Guildhall school of music and also a music educator. The Fantastic soloist just finished her PHD and was a wealth of information about the music scene in London. After the very pleasant service, I chatted with the musicians. It seems the director thinks he might have some teaching work for me. I'll have to email him to find out.
The soloist and I walked together for several blocks and she shared her experience as a young singer in London and gave me tips for finding scores, jobs, flats, you name it! It was great.
I got back to the hostel feeling revived with a whole new energy for my mission. I have new leads and new friends.
It's going to be great!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Drinking like a Diplomat
Yesterday's intermission proved to be very fruitful, and I was nice and rested for my big interview. I had a quick interview and then was out the door and back on the tube in time to do a little browsing at Marks and Spencer before the Maestro showed up.
Time for some background information: "The Maestro" is Alan Chircop, a Maltese conductor who I will be doing a concert with in October. The concert is The Beatles Philharmonic, a tribute to the Beatles with, with The London Philharmonic Orchestra at the Royal Albert Hall... no big thing really. I'm singing in the chorus, as the only non-Maltese singer. It's going to be a riot.
So I was meeting with Maestro for the first time to talk about the project and get to know each other a bit. We had a good meeting and he convinced me to go along to the farewell party of the Maltese Deputy High Commissioner. It was a no-brain-er really! Free Food!!!
I rushed back to my hostel, a new one in fact, and had a quick shower, getting all gussied up for the Diplomats. (If you know anything about my issues with dressing myself, you can imagine how stressed I might have been trying to pick an outfit to wear). After much humming and hawing (which, given the lack of selection in my wardrobe, was unnecessary) I was dress to kill and headed out on the town. I was supposed to meet Maestro at Green Park tube station at around 8:15pm. I got there closer to 8:30pm and then Maestro showed up at 9:30pm. Luckily I had my new mobile, equipped with sudoku puzzles to kill the time.
We were late but headed into the May Fair hotel, past the velvet ropes and paparazzi, and up to the penthouse into a swanky party...that's when we realized that we were at the wrong shin-dig. We knew no on, and Maestro was mistaken for a waiter. Embarrassed, we retreated back into the lift, and asked at the front desk for where our party might be. We found our way to a nice back room where the party of the diplomats was just winding down. There was very little foo left, so we took to the wine instead. I had a wonderful time talking to all the folks at the party, and made some great connections with some fellow musicians. As the party drew to an almost close, The Diplomat decided that he wanted to hear me sing. Why is this Canadian girl singing with my Maltese choir? What makes her so special?
So I sang. For the Diplomats. It was good. I think they are okay with me singing with the Maltesers now! Good thing I worked as a singing waitress, and can whip out a good Porgi Amor when ever asked!
Time for some background information: "The Maestro" is Alan Chircop, a Maltese conductor who I will be doing a concert with in October. The concert is The Beatles Philharmonic, a tribute to the Beatles with, with The London Philharmonic Orchestra at the Royal Albert Hall... no big thing really. I'm singing in the chorus, as the only non-Maltese singer. It's going to be a riot.
So I was meeting with Maestro for the first time to talk about the project and get to know each other a bit. We had a good meeting and he convinced me to go along to the farewell party of the Maltese Deputy High Commissioner. It was a no-brain-er really! Free Food!!!
I rushed back to my hostel, a new one in fact, and had a quick shower, getting all gussied up for the Diplomats. (If you know anything about my issues with dressing myself, you can imagine how stressed I might have been trying to pick an outfit to wear). After much humming and hawing (which, given the lack of selection in my wardrobe, was unnecessary) I was dress to kill and headed out on the town. I was supposed to meet Maestro at Green Park tube station at around 8:15pm. I got there closer to 8:30pm and then Maestro showed up at 9:30pm. Luckily I had my new mobile, equipped with sudoku puzzles to kill the time.
We were late but headed into the May Fair hotel, past the velvet ropes and paparazzi, and up to the penthouse into a swanky party...that's when we realized that we were at the wrong shin-dig. We knew no on, and Maestro was mistaken for a waiter. Embarrassed, we retreated back into the lift, and asked at the front desk for where our party might be. We found our way to a nice back room where the party of the diplomats was just winding down. There was very little foo left, so we took to the wine instead. I had a wonderful time talking to all the folks at the party, and made some great connections with some fellow musicians. As the party drew to an almost close, The Diplomat decided that he wanted to hear me sing. Why is this Canadian girl singing with my Maltese choir? What makes her so special?
So I sang. For the Diplomats. It was good. I think they are okay with me singing with the Maltesers now! Good thing I worked as a singing waitress, and can whip out a good Porgi Amor when ever asked!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Mid-day intermission
So the job/home hunt continues! Yesterday I got a mobile phone, finally! It wasn't the one I hoped for but it has voice mail and it rings and I'm happy. So yesterday I had the brilliant idea of Applying for work at the West End theatres. There are hundreds of them, and they must all need staff. So I spent the afternoon revamping my resume to be suited for work in a theatre and planned out my walking route.
This morning, I hit The Lyceum, the Royal Opera House, the Apollo, the Prince of Whales and many others. I decided, for nostalgia's sake, to hit up the Palladium as well. When I got there though, I found out that the show was closing in a week and so there would be no jobs until march. Too bad, it would've been nice to say that i worked there after the whole Maria thing.
After the Palladium, I made my way back to Shaftesbury street to continue my search. But there seemed to be line ups everywhere and everyone seemed very excited. And then it occurred to me that maybe the worst time to be dropping off CVs to theatres was Wednesdays in the early afternoon. Why? you wonder. Well because of Wednesday matinees of course! So I have given up my search for a little while and popped into an Internet cafe to send a few online applications and update my blog. at 3pm I have a job interview in a sushi restaurant and then tonight I'm partying with the Deputy High Commissioner of Malta...maybe. I'll tell you all about it if it so happens!
This morning, I hit The Lyceum, the Royal Opera House, the Apollo, the Prince of Whales and many others. I decided, for nostalgia's sake, to hit up the Palladium as well. When I got there though, I found out that the show was closing in a week and so there would be no jobs until march. Too bad, it would've been nice to say that i worked there after the whole Maria thing.
After the Palladium, I made my way back to Shaftesbury street to continue my search. But there seemed to be line ups everywhere and everyone seemed very excited. And then it occurred to me that maybe the worst time to be dropping off CVs to theatres was Wednesdays in the early afternoon. Why? you wonder. Well because of Wednesday matinees of course! So I have given up my search for a little while and popped into an Internet cafe to send a few online applications and update my blog. at 3pm I have a job interview in a sushi restaurant and then tonight I'm partying with the Deputy High Commissioner of Malta...maybe. I'll tell you all about it if it so happens!
Monday, September 6, 2010
An 'Odd'spicious Start?
Firstly, let me apologize for the lack of posts from Weimar. The Internet connection with my computer was very weak. I tried writing some posts in word processing, but I then could post them to the website. So sadly, Weimar went undocumented. I can tell you that it was a great experience and that I learned a lot. Yes I shed some tears, but also laughed a lot and sang my heart out. I gathered a new understanding of the German market for singers and have discovered that I still have time... at least three years before I'm over the hill.
So on to London! When I left Vancouver, I was gearing up. I was going to be working for Stagecoach (almost certainly) and living, at least temporarily, in Richmond upon the Thames. But alas, this was not to be. Sadly, Stagecoach did not pull through for me. After sending several e-mails to the director answered only by radio silence, I decided I should contact school directly... to no avail. I applied to several and received a response from only one: "Thanks, but no Thanks" Alright, I thought to myself, I will arrive in London jobless. No worries, tons of young folk do it every year. I can deal with that. At least I have somewhere to stay!
I contacted my future-landlord through a website called couchsurfing.org (I highly recommend it for travelers who are looking to meet new and different people and get the insider scoop on where you are visiting) After messaging back and forth a few times, we agreed that I would come stay with her when I first arrived in London and then if we were a good fit, I could rent her spare room. We agreed to stay in touch throughout the summer and she would give me directions when I was closer to arriving. This sounded perfect and I slept well, knowing I would be taken care of. Unfortunately, it seems my host forgot our discussion or something came up in her life because after a few back and forth messages she stopped responding. Initially, I chalked it up to her being busy or traveling, but as September grew ever nearer, I started to get scared. Finally, a few days before my impending arrival in London, I accepted that I wasn't going to hear from her... great. I quickly booked a hostel and hoped for the best.
And so I arrived in London; UN-employed, homeless and ready to take on the world!
Thank God I signed up for SWAP before I left! They are an organization that provides support for young travelers looking to work abroad. Today, Monday, was my first day of "work" or of finding it. I headed to the SWAP ( or BUNAC as we call it here) offices bright and early for orientation and to begin my search. They talked me through how to apply for my NIN (Like a Canadian SIN), how to open a bank account and how to look for work/housing. I decided to devote my afternoon to "British-izing" my CV and set to work. When I showed the staff the fruits of my labour, they were quick to point out that I need a mobile phone. DUH! Well that's easily fixed so a scheduled a little shopping excursion for the end of the day.
My CV mostly complete, I figured now was as good a time as any to apply for my NIN. So, using the payphone at the office, I called them up and proceeded to give them all my information so that I could get my NIN application rolling...but one question stumped me: "What is your telephone number?" ummmmmmmmmm let me call you back! Apparently you can't so anything without a phone around here!
Well, since I couldn't apply for work or a NIN without a phone, the next logical step was to push up my appointment with the shopping mall! I found my way there easily enough, with a brief stop for a snack along the way, and was at the Angel tube station and the Carphone Warehouse, the recommended mobile phone provider. They carry phones from all the networks and great deals. I decided on a phone... a little Nokia for a whopping 3.95pounds! Plus 10pounds top up and it includes 60 free long distance minutes!! Perfect for me. My mobile phone number is: ummmmmmmmm. wish i could tell you, but since they didn't have any of the proper SIM cards in the store, I was out of luck! Yet another roadblock for me! They said I could come back tomorrow at 12 and they would have them for me. So tomorrow I will have a phone and then I can finish my CV and apply for my NIN and maybe,just maybe, start looking for work.
I did accomplish one thing though: I bought an Oyster card for the transit system here. Too bad the tube is on strike!!
So on to London! When I left Vancouver, I was gearing up. I was going to be working for Stagecoach (almost certainly) and living, at least temporarily, in Richmond upon the Thames. But alas, this was not to be. Sadly, Stagecoach did not pull through for me. After sending several e-mails to the director answered only by radio silence, I decided I should contact school directly... to no avail. I applied to several and received a response from only one: "Thanks, but no Thanks" Alright, I thought to myself, I will arrive in London jobless. No worries, tons of young folk do it every year. I can deal with that. At least I have somewhere to stay!
I contacted my future-landlord through a website called couchsurfing.org (I highly recommend it for travelers who are looking to meet new and different people and get the insider scoop on where you are visiting) After messaging back and forth a few times, we agreed that I would come stay with her when I first arrived in London and then if we were a good fit, I could rent her spare room. We agreed to stay in touch throughout the summer and she would give me directions when I was closer to arriving. This sounded perfect and I slept well, knowing I would be taken care of. Unfortunately, it seems my host forgot our discussion or something came up in her life because after a few back and forth messages she stopped responding. Initially, I chalked it up to her being busy or traveling, but as September grew ever nearer, I started to get scared. Finally, a few days before my impending arrival in London, I accepted that I wasn't going to hear from her... great. I quickly booked a hostel and hoped for the best.
And so I arrived in London; UN-employed, homeless and ready to take on the world!
Thank God I signed up for SWAP before I left! They are an organization that provides support for young travelers looking to work abroad. Today, Monday, was my first day of "work" or of finding it. I headed to the SWAP ( or BUNAC as we call it here) offices bright and early for orientation and to begin my search. They talked me through how to apply for my NIN (Like a Canadian SIN), how to open a bank account and how to look for work/housing. I decided to devote my afternoon to "British-izing" my CV and set to work. When I showed the staff the fruits of my labour, they were quick to point out that I need a mobile phone. DUH! Well that's easily fixed so a scheduled a little shopping excursion for the end of the day.
My CV mostly complete, I figured now was as good a time as any to apply for my NIN. So, using the payphone at the office, I called them up and proceeded to give them all my information so that I could get my NIN application rolling...but one question stumped me: "What is your telephone number?" ummmmmmmmmm let me call you back! Apparently you can't so anything without a phone around here!
Well, since I couldn't apply for work or a NIN without a phone, the next logical step was to push up my appointment with the shopping mall! I found my way there easily enough, with a brief stop for a snack along the way, and was at the Angel tube station and the Carphone Warehouse, the recommended mobile phone provider. They carry phones from all the networks and great deals. I decided on a phone... a little Nokia for a whopping 3.95pounds! Plus 10pounds top up and it includes 60 free long distance minutes!! Perfect for me. My mobile phone number is: ummmmmmmmm. wish i could tell you, but since they didn't have any of the proper SIM cards in the store, I was out of luck! Yet another roadblock for me! They said I could come back tomorrow at 12 and they would have them for me. So tomorrow I will have a phone and then I can finish my CV and apply for my NIN and maybe,just maybe, start looking for work.
I did accomplish one thing though: I bought an Oyster card for the transit system here. Too bad the tube is on strike!!
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