Day 19...Sticky Toffee Pudding Day...
Good morning! It's Monday and sunny here in London (and is expected to remain that way for the next 3.5 minutes!) With an apparent lack of anything else to do I'm going to regale you with the minutiae of my life until I get a visa and am able to leave the country. At which point you will all breathe a collective sigh of relief and only have to look in on the blog once or twice a month.
I caught bus number 1 and took it to Tottenham Court Road to meet with a friend who is visiting from the states. We made a key mistake...we decided to walk around Oxford Circus. Oxford Circus is, well, a circus. If you ever wanted to be pushed, jostled and generally man-handled by a succession of Japanese, Poles, Italians, or Russians, Oxford Circus is the place to do it!
After an afternoon spent avoiding crowds of people - including clumps of Italians (they are never alone but always in clumps!) - I had dinner at a charming restaurant in Westminster with a friend who has a blog you should visit (www.conservativehome.com) simply in order to realize how little you know about British politics. I thought I was doing well by being able to identify the Prime Minister and his party, as well as a couple of key opposition figures. Nope. I'm a moron - and it comforts me to know that you, dear reader, probably are as well.
Some other interesting tidbits from my evening include Michael Caine and sticky toffee pudding. The restaurant had, inexplicably, pictures of Michael Caine everywhere. On the menu, in the ladies room, everywhere! So, not to be outdone, I'm including one for you here. Enjoy.
Also, at the suggestion (read: dictate) of my friend I tried sticky toffee pudding. It's a dessert that is...well, sticky and toffee. Not quite as sticky, nor as toffee, as one might expect but there you have it. I think I am a better human being for it.
I caught bus number 1 and took it to Tottenham Court Road to meet with a friend who is visiting from the states. We made a key mistake...we decided to walk around Oxford Circus. Oxford Circus is, well, a circus. If you ever wanted to be pushed, jostled and generally man-handled by a succession of Japanese, Poles, Italians, or Russians, Oxford Circus is the place to do it!
After an afternoon spent avoiding crowds of people - including clumps of Italians (they are never alone but always in clumps!) - I had dinner at a charming restaurant in Westminster with a friend who has a blog you should visit (www.conservativehome.com) simply in order to realize how little you know about British politics. I thought I was doing well by being able to identify the Prime Minister and his party, as well as a couple of key opposition figures. Nope. I'm a moron - and it comforts me to know that you, dear reader, probably are as well.
Some other interesting tidbits from my evening include Michael Caine and sticky toffee pudding. The restaurant had, inexplicably, pictures of Michael Caine everywhere. On the menu, in the ladies room, everywhere! So, not to be outdone, I'm including one for you here. Enjoy.
Also, at the suggestion (read: dictate) of my friend I tried sticky toffee pudding. It's a dessert that is...well, sticky and toffee. Not quite as sticky, nor as toffee, as one might expect but there you have it. I think I am a better human being for it.
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