Tuesday, May 15, 2012

London In The The Spring

Staring at the ceiling in my hotel in Nottingham so let me tell you about my time in England. My time is not over, so I may tell you again.
The ceiling. Riveting.
I guess because people who fly business class might want to do business as soon as they arrive, flights into London all seem to arrive at around about dawn. I am not a dawn person. Conveniently I also couldn't check into the hotel because it was too early, so I did what I always do when at a loose end and went to a museum. First I went to the Natural History Museum, but it was full of school kids, which managed to make even inside out animals kind of annoying. So off I went to the V&A. After 24 hours of travel, no appreciable sleep, and a high sugar breakfast I would like to let you know that life sized faceless lolita fashion dolls are not a good thing to walk around the corner into.

from 'The Kitty and the Bulldog'
Screw segues, here's another weird museum piece. I don't know if it was the stoned expressions, the imminent mother-son high five, the two old dudes who seem to be trying to look down Mary's dress, or the aforementioned sleep deprivation, but I could not stop laughing at this picture.
Baby Jesus don't care none.
Somehow I managed to subsequently catch up with Jono, go to the wedding rehearsal and be that extra guy at a family dinner all in the same day without collapsing from exhaustion. I saved that for the next day, of which I remember little but waking up at 21:21 before going back to sleep five minutes later.

Saturday was the big day. Oh, did I mention the reason I'm in the UK is for a friend's wedding? And that friend is Jono? If not, take that into account when reading the previous paragraph. The wedding was very nice, with many a touching moment and a hearty congratulations. I took a few photos at the reception which was in a pub in the City which used to be a bank. However, I had apparently disabled the flash, so it's basically a bunch of grainy black images.

England seems to be a country routinely blanketed in cloud, which happens to some countries, it's not their fault. However it also seems to be resigned to its fate. There are so many houses built from dark brick with tiny little windows and roofs made of dark tile all huddled and hunched together like old ladies at the bus stop muttering about the rain. Cheer up, English architecture.

Anyway, now I'm in Nottingham for a couple of days, then off to Edinburgh. I am a bit worried about Scotland, because if I don't love it with every fibre of my being, I may get disowned by my family.

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