Russell Brand is a giant

This week started off with going to a band competition, Hard Rock Rising, to show our great affection and support for our fellow intern whose band was battling for a chance to win this thing. They didn't. You may as well still check them out. Apparently it came really close between them and the winning band, which doesn't surprise me.

There's been a lot of promotion going on. There are many new releases coming up, quite a few tours happening and other exciting news for our bands so we've been sending out press releases like crazy. If you want to keep track of what's happening here, follow us on Twitter and Facebook. One mention worthy thing (because I thought it was funny) would be taking over the promotion for Athletes In Paris' new single release after Linda up and left. I stumbled upon this little quote in one of the music blogs that has featured them "What I think they sound like: a dancey rock band (I was going to describe them as "Scissor Sisters Without The Camp" but thought that may be a tad unfair to both bands." I personally quite like that.

I bet he's taller than you thought. 

Saturday I went to Madame Tussaud's with two other Finnish girls who are also doing their internships here. Afterwards we went to a pub to get some food and hang out and then two of us decided to go out for the night. First we stumbled into this really cool, kinda bohemian, artsy little tavern where the 'Madame' gave us a kiss on the hand when we ordered our first drinks, then dragged some guy hurriedly into the disabled toilet with her. It was a beautiful place and I must go there again! Finding a club proved to be a bit more difficult since people kept giving us wrong directions. We were gonna meet up with a colleague of mine at a club called 'Mother' in Shoreditch. Once we found the right street, we asked some guys which way it was. They warned us to stay far away from that awful place but we didn't listen. We finally got there and it was pretty much as horrible as the guys made it sound, but free entrance. We had one drink there and headed off to find something else. Someone recommended Plastic People but as the queue was long and the entrance £10 we didn't bother. Now that I've googled it and it is said to be the birthplace of dubstep I'm glad we didn't. Instead we noticed a bar across the street and went there. The music was bad and people looked well-groomed, but at least it wasn't too expensive. We ended up having a good night after all.

See how ridiculously tall he is!

Buses here are a constant headache for me. I can never find the right stop! I know for a fact that my bus goes to Shoreditch and I was probably quite close to the right stop but just couldn't find it! I ended up walking way longer than I should've and then found a bus that took me to Trafalgar Square and from there I can always find the right bus. But that's way more complicated than it should've been.

I was first a bit annoyed that clubs close around 2-3am here but now I'm glad they do since I get way lighter hangovers. Not that mine have ever been exceptionally bad but now they're pretty much nonexistent. When I first open my eyes after a night out I keep expecting to feel somewhat queazy but quickly notice that I'm absolutely fine. This has happened two-three times now so I'm definitely safe saying it's more a rule than an exception.

I finally managed to open a bank account! Cheers, Churchill, for abolishing identity cards to "set people free" and making things so complicated. National Identity Register is a GOOD thing, Brits. Now I'm waiting for them to activate my card so I can start using it too.

*Oh, hey, attention! There's a little easter egg hidden somewhere in the links, can you find it? It's not exceptionally hard.