birds! birds! birds!
Went to Canada House at Trafalgar Square this morning to get information about the possibility of Katy emigrating to Canada. We found out that we need to go to the other canadian pavillion on Bond Street, so we're going to head out tomorrow. We ended up completely ignoring our plans and wound up in St-James park close to watch the birds and look at Buckingham Palace.
Random moments and quotes of the morning:
– seeing horny pigeons humping each other
– seeing Katy do the horny pre-shag pigeon dance.
– “I have my head in my boobs, leave me alone”
– “Geese are nasty. They hunt in packs. You just watch, they'll go eat a small child now”
– walking in front of the queen guards barracks and hearing the drill band playing Petula Clark's “Downtown”
After St-James, we walked to Westminster Abbey. It's a beautiful church. I would have loved to take pictures of it, but you couldn't use cameras inside. It messes with your mind to see a church that's been built in the 14th century and has seen kings live and die. It's beautiful, but people inside it seemed oblivious. Seeing a kid blow bubble gum bubbles was… meh, I'm being a snob here, but i just wanted to smack him. Poets' corner was really interesting, seeing the burial slabs of Byron, Shelley, Carroll, as well as other famous names (including Darwin, which was oddly cool).
We tubed it over to Leicester Square, where we spent a bit of time glancing at all sorts of bookstores. Had a greaseball burger at the Angel and Crown, a little pub, then tried to find a cloting store along Tottenham Court road. We saw a stupid amount of electronic stores, followed by a stupid amount of home furnishing stores, but not a single clothing shop.
Got back to the hotel to chill a bit, where we both got scared and scarred by a kids TV cooking show. Imagine a gourmet chef, kids and a grown man dressed up as a yeti trying to make breaded chicken cutlets… mmmya.
Things took a turn for the worse when Katy got news from the agency who's handling her volunteering post. The only apartment they can find for her is unfurnished. As in, not even a fridge or a stove. It threw her for a loop, which sucks the really, huge, hairy ass. She doesn't know what she's going to do, and I feel helpless to help her :(
are you telling me you went to leicester square, but not down to covent garden?!?
aawww…
i love that area.
especially when there's lots of (preferably good) buskers around.
ok, not bloody likely at this time of year.
still.. covent garden should have been nice.
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they tell me I have relative buried there… some kind of Westminster Abbey scholar.
I dunno I've never been inside to look for it.
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there's a few things we didn't get to see, like St Paul's, Picadilly, Camden Town, and a few others. Still, that'll leave me things to do when I go back :D
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it's impressive, it is.
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