Since it’s freshers week and I happen to be a stupid fresher I went to the coolest of uncool events planned for us, which was a tour of some of the ghost ad signs around London. It was me and three other students, oh dear.
Ignoring this fact I focused on the old ads, all hand painted on old brick walls hidden in alleyways and back streets, which I do actually like. So here is some stereotypical british sign porn:
The teacher told us that in the 1800’s people sent as many postcards as we send texts today. INSANE! And you could send one, get a reply and respond once more at least, all within a day. See, school is teaching me stuff.
It was a total of two hours starting in Soho, up to Marylebone and all the way back to east London. Once we got to Farringdon though, I just had to rebel a bit and sneak out of the tour to instead meet up with Daniel for lunch. Got to stay disobeying right.