Sorry to miss catching up on the last couple days, so here we go:
- Hampton Court Palace is the most palacial set of buildings one will ever see. Huge former home of Henry VIII and his seven wives, most of whom he ended up beheading. Strange how this country has survived with centuries of messed up leaders. I guess the US is still chugging along, though.
- If you were to travel across the Atlantic, you'd likely hope to hit something unique. Trafalger Square is unique on its own. Thousands of people gay-priding is something beyond unique. Its a shame we can't post pictures yet, but the Indian wearing a leather thong and headdress was likely the highlight of it all. Wouldn't let Jess let go of my hand for fear of being fondled by the 6'6" transvestite. Trappers thought it had the best tranny in the world, but they aren't looking globally enough. This man was badass.
- Buckingham Palace was a little more tame and gave me the opportunity to try the Prince Harry entrance. It goes something like this:
Guard: You can't go in here
Me: It's OK, I'm Prince Harry
Guard: Are you American?
Me: No, Canadian. Can I come in?
Guard: Back to silence
- Harrods is a world famous department store. I've never heard of the brand Billionaire before, but they make somewhat Don Cherry-type suits and jackets. Price tag: £1200. Harrods is ridiculous, yet hobos are still allowed to yell at triple-guarded Mercedes outside.
- Covent Garden market is a busy place on the weekend. With buskers, performers, pickpockets and pubs, this was THE place to be. Hung around for about 3 hours and worked on our burn lines. Saw a man balance a 40lb. bicycle on his head for about 5 minutes. And apparently, eating a 5 foot long balloon is very common around the market; Patrick could learn something from these people.
- Yesterday was off to Oxford, home of the snooty scholar. A 2 hour bus ride was the low-light out of London's never-ending rush hour but all was worth it upon arrival. Castles and buildings from the 14th and 15th centuries dominated Oxford and most have been converted into a school of some form or another. To all those wondering, YES, we went to the White Horse Pub - home of filming for the British smash depresso-drama Inspector Morse! A couple of ales (and lager) later, Jess and I were mingling with the Brits explaining, once again, how we were not from the US.
- Moral of the story: We don't introduce ourselves to the Brits by asking, "Are you an asshole?" so why they insist on introducing themselves by asking, "Are you American?" is beyond us. Should have brought pieces of bacon or beaver pelt or something I guess.
All is well! Jess's neck is 95% back to normal. Ready to sling up those packs when we go to Paris on Wed.
Pip pip,
G&J
- Hampton Court Palace is the most palacial set of buildings one will ever see. Huge former home of Henry VIII and his seven wives, most of whom he ended up beheading. Strange how this country has survived with centuries of messed up leaders. I guess the US is still chugging along, though.
- If you were to travel across the Atlantic, you'd likely hope to hit something unique. Trafalger Square is unique on its own. Thousands of people gay-priding is something beyond unique. Its a shame we can't post pictures yet, but the Indian wearing a leather thong and headdress was likely the highlight of it all. Wouldn't let Jess let go of my hand for fear of being fondled by the 6'6" transvestite. Trappers thought it had the best tranny in the world, but they aren't looking globally enough. This man was badass.
- Buckingham Palace was a little more tame and gave me the opportunity to try the Prince Harry entrance. It goes something like this:
Guard: You can't go in here
Me: It's OK, I'm Prince Harry
Guard: Are you American?
Me: No, Canadian. Can I come in?
Guard: Back to silence
- Harrods is a world famous department store. I've never heard of the brand Billionaire before, but they make somewhat Don Cherry-type suits and jackets. Price tag: £1200. Harrods is ridiculous, yet hobos are still allowed to yell at triple-guarded Mercedes outside.
- Covent Garden market is a busy place on the weekend. With buskers, performers, pickpockets and pubs, this was THE place to be. Hung around for about 3 hours and worked on our burn lines. Saw a man balance a 40lb. bicycle on his head for about 5 minutes. And apparently, eating a 5 foot long balloon is very common around the market; Patrick could learn something from these people.
- Yesterday was off to Oxford, home of the snooty scholar. A 2 hour bus ride was the low-light out of London's never-ending rush hour but all was worth it upon arrival. Castles and buildings from the 14th and 15th centuries dominated Oxford and most have been converted into a school of some form or another. To all those wondering, YES, we went to the White Horse Pub - home of filming for the British smash depresso-drama Inspector Morse! A couple of ales (and lager) later, Jess and I were mingling with the Brits explaining, once again, how we were not from the US.
- Moral of the story: We don't introduce ourselves to the Brits by asking, "Are you an asshole?" so why they insist on introducing themselves by asking, "Are you American?" is beyond us. Should have brought pieces of bacon or beaver pelt or something I guess.
All is well! Jess's neck is 95% back to normal. Ready to sling up those packs when we go to Paris on Wed.
Pip pip,
G&J
OK - so I have come back from drying my eyes. Until this Uncle J was the only guy who could make me fall over reading a story. It must be in the genes. Looking forward to the Harry/guard photos. Not so sure about the other ones. And why are you such an expert on transmissions? Pa.
ReplyDeleteYou should have a canadian flag on you somewhere at all times.
ReplyDeleteThen maybe cabbies won't confuse you for 'Yanks, and will stop trying to run you down with their cabs.
Hilarious!! I should learn to check this at work to give me a better day. I'm glad Jess's neck is on the mend. Happy trails!
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