Day two- The London Diaries
Scoff and Banter part 1 of day 2
They’re changing the guard at Buckingham Palace
Christopher Robin went down on Alice.
From the Hidden A.E. Milne
Now We Are Sixty.
Two Breakfast Sandwiches at Eggslut. £23.99
Truncated paper bag with logo: priceless.
After Eggslut, we walked over to the London Review of Books cake shop, had a coffee and slice of banana bread with chocolate and walnuts, and browsed the book store. I picked up the following.
We saw an Accordion player outside British Museum. I was then stuck with a Fellini-esque earworm for the next hour.
While we have seen very few homeless people in London, I am sure they exist. One Man with Tourette’s, blanket on his shoulders and cut on his forehead was screaming, give me some money for a coffee. One old dear was about to help him out, but he was long gone, his wails wafting in the wind.
We walked back to the hotel to reconsider our fortune, privilege and reconnoiter. Next up, The British Museum or as Michelle called it The Hall of Plunder.
We had a Quick nap then went to Hall of Plunder where we played the age old game of Got Your Nose.
It was much larger to begin with, but it got worn down with time.
Is there a museum in Greece filled with nothing but heads, noses and the tips of penis?
Michelle surveys the package. It does get bigger in the morning I hear.
It is great fun to imagine the past. All the great times we have had together. All those warehouse parties in the 70’s. It was all a lot of fun until the Centaurs showed up.
Damn Centaurs! Pick a body. Stop with the I identify as as a man/ no, I identify as a horse.
With no class, I must admit I am a bit of an ass man. We call this one Crouch-End, after the double-decker bus of the same name.
The back end of the Rosetta Stone.
The Rosetta Stone. Original member of Sly and the Family Stone. Here is her backside, as there were too many tourists ogling the handwriting on the front half.
We then surveyed the museum store. There was a groups of young lads in their private school jumpers remarking on the size of the Toblerones.
Smart ass that I am, I had to inform them that these were actually 3000 years old and quite dusty on the inside of the package. They looked at me like I was speaking Greek.
We have reached the limit for pictures on Substack, so join me for more on Day two - part two.