OK, settle down and pay attention. Oi! You at the back, stop examining your navel and listen up.
After an exhausting 18 days in England, I'm back, and what do I find here in the WB? Not a lot, I'm afraid. No new thought-provoking propositions that God is an invention of the Devil, or that writing is dead easy, so we'd all better keep our yaps shut, or the rest of the world may find out.
We stayed at the Strand Palace Hotel in London, just across the Strand from the Savoy, which was closed for refurbishment, or I'd have had my usual river view suite there. Just round the corner was Covent Garden, which is full of delightful watering holes like the Essex Serpent (bangers and mash there are very good), the Nell Gwynn, and the Punch & Judy, where, from the terrace bar, you can watch the buskers perform in St. Paul's church portico.
My travels took me to the British Library, where I renewed my reader's card, which is necessary if you want to carry out serious research. We also visited Ben Franklin's museum, which is in Craven Street, just off the Strand. The house is the only one still standing anywhere that has a connection with Ben, who was, incidentally, also working for British Intelligence when he was in France. The presentation in the museum is superb, with audio-visual effects, and an actress playing the part of his landlady, who guides you round the house.
Also, despite the fact that I'm a card-carrying atheist, I did visit a number of churches, ranging from St. Paul's Cathedral to "St. Ghastly Grim" (Google it if you're interested) in the City of London. I also visited Postman's Park, where there is a sad little collection of plaques in memory of those who died trying to save others (click on the link below to see sample picture).
Halfway through our trip, we visited York, my home town, where we visited many of the historic places of my youth, like the Waggon and Horses, the Punch Bowl, the Old Starre Inne, the Plumbers Arms, the Victoria Vaults, the White Swan (better known as the "Mucky Duck"), and the Three Legged Mare. Drink was taken in all these places ....
So now I'm back, like a giant refreshed, and ready for the fray, so here's something for you to mull over as you sit in front of the trough, gazing vacantly at the TV ...
In the time we were in England, I can honestly say that I didn't see too many bubble-butted, Spandex-stretching women there. In fact, I thought that the women, especially in London, dressed remarkably well (black tights and/or leggings are the 'in' thing').
My question is this; why are so many young women here so bloody badly dressed?