Back from the UK

It's been quite some time since I last blogged. I spent 2 weeks in England drowning in law books. Coming back to Toronto actually feels like a vacation compared to the stressful 2 weeks I spent in England studying. I am glad that I went for my revisions, however. Cambridge University is absolutely gorgeous and the law professors that drilled me with information were amazing. It's a real treat to learn from great minds and so the days that I spent there will not be easily forgotten.

The best part about England, this time around, had to have been the G20 Summit 

protesters. When I ventured into the city early last week, there were only a scattered few, but the next day as I turned on BBC News, there were thousands. It made for an interesting atmosphere in London. The protesters broke windows of Banks and threw the PCs into the streets. They spray-painted the walls of banks that had been outed for scandals or deceptions to the public and they fought with police. The most hilarious shot was when the police was desperately jumping over the fence, getting caught in it and helping to heave one another over it, as the protesters closed in.  Have a look at the picture to the left. It's a protester complaining about poverty and he's receiving a ticket from the police. My cousin is posing next to him so I could get this. Another cop (not pictured) was glaring at me, because he knew what I was attempting.

A few more pictures of protesters:

  

So besides this bit of protester-stalking and trying to be a tourist -- all I really did was study. But upon my return in Canada, I realized that one of my most beloved characters in the British soap, EastEnders, was killed off! Oh the tragedy! Oh the betrayal! How could the writers do that?! For months I waited, along with other die-hard fans, to see if Danielle would finally confide in Ronnie the secret that she is her long-lost daugther; the daughter that Ronnie believed to be dead. Oh the reunion would have been so memorable, so amazing, so incredible -- but what did the writers do??? Just when Ronnie calls out to her daughter and says "baby..." ever so softly because she's crying and is just so happy and relieved that her daughter is there, in the flesh, WHAT DO THE WRITERS DO?? THEY HAVE DANIELLE RUN OVER BY A CAR! I screamed! I screamed at the television, but though, "Oh, she's still breathing". Ronnie runs to her daughter and cradles her and all Danielle can say is "Mummy"-- and then she DIES!

Ronnie of course screams, as does the rest of Britain! Oh the shock, the betrayal, the lunacy of such a concept. What were the writers thinking?!

That's all I got for now - I'm still in shock over this outcome.

:o