Just went out and bought a bike at a great place called CamdenCycles right around the corner from Mornington Crescent Station, but also a nice 30 minutes walk from the Generator Hostel (walk until Euston Station, then follow the street on the right/east of Euston Place - there is a sign saying something like "will turn into Eversholt Street" - and follow it for approx. 15 minutes. Camden Cycles will be on the left hand side). When I got there, I told the guy (cute, but not as cute as the two waiters...) that I just wanted a reasonably priced bike to get around the city and he showed me one for £ 50 which he hadn't checked yet, so he told me I could come back in an hour and it will be ready by then. So I got myself a cup of Earl Grey, set down on a bench and read my book (The Shadow Of The Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón, a real page turner and as it turns out conversation starter!) and about an hour later I got back. But they weren't done with the thing yet or hadn't started, so I was told to come back in another hour. A short walk, a Sainsbury Free Range Egg and Watercress sandwich and another chapter of The Shadow of the Wind later, I got back and he told me it's only gonna be another 10 minutes. So I got out once more and got back after about 20 minutes and true to word, my bike was all set. Three time's the charm, they say.

I adjusted the seat, got myself a ridiculously expensive lock (35 quids, but it actually has an insurance for the bike included. For a year at least, which is all I need.) and braced myself for driving on the wrong side of the street. If I were religious, I probably would have prayed, but I survived anyhow, apparantly.

Now I have to go by Dover Castle today to check whether they're gonna give me a bed long term, so I can get a proof of adress from them, so I can open up a bank account. With that and the national insurance number (which I will call about tomorrow), I should be all set for work. At PRET A MANGER for example.