Due to completely arbitrary time constraints (as opposed to the non-arbitrary sort of time-constraint, I suppose…), I'll not go into detail about the trip to and from London. Suffice it to say that it took me 17 hours to get there and 26 hours to get back.
London is great. It's incredibly elitist and stuck-up, with no respect for the unwashed masses. It's full of museums and that strange commodity we inexplicably call "culture" and, because of the accent, the stupidest Londoner sounds like that old guy from Masterpiece Theater. London has dozens of great pubs: the best places to eat and hang out.
That being said, London is expensive and wet. With the exception of (delicious) Strongbow Cider, everything there costs at least twice as much as it does back home. And, given my staunchly anti-umbrella stance, London's cold and rainy climate (which requires those emasculatory devices) couldn't be worse.
Here are, from right to left for a change, the Lawrentians I hung out with in London.
First: The Politician, again. Next to him, with a slightly smaller head, is Rock Show Girl. Last in line is her roomate Jen, a cool person who I didn't really know before last weekend. She's not a bland person, but she gets a bland description because I don't know what to say.
Lighting courtesy of a cool exhibit (which we all called "The Sun") at the Tate Modern.
The people on the floor behind Jen are making out.
And here's all of us at a cocktail bar on the last night, enjoying Vodka Smoothies. Hurrah!
