Cause Everybody Hates a Tourist…

So as I continue to document my travels to London, I’ve decided that I would pepper my headlines and picture captions with lines from great songs by British artists. Cause really, if you took away the great rockn’roll that’s come from this country, what would you be left with, bad teeth and even worse food?

I went down and saw some touristy things I had never seen on my travels here before. If you can name these places in the comments section, I will bring you a crumpet, or a Cadbury Flake, or some prawn crisps.







Lady Madonna (see how they run…)

I live by the river…


After seeing my fellow American, who paid $15 to go into to a church (f* that), I got myself a cup of tea and went to the park, how quaint.

I tore into Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, kind of creepy given it’s a book about magic in London and the sky looked like this.


This goose was trying to figure out how to break free from the fence. I couldn’t help him. Also, the squirrels in the park are very aggressive and tried to attack me. As I tried to shoo a few away by kicking at them, a series of Europeans came up, and proceeded to pet/feed them. No wonder these squirrels are so aggressive, because of these insane Europeans.


At last, a pub where I had nice Thanksgiving lunch for one.


And in case a pint in a dirty pub makes one feel randy, these are in ever men’s room in London. Where are we? At a truck stop in the middle of nowhere Texas?