Mulled wine

Yar.

Anto and I have finally reached the final destination of our intercultural, overtly expensive, frivolous travels.

It’s been quite the adventure.

We arrived at Stanstead airport (abut half hour out of london) and – i’m ashamed to use one of the most hackneyed phrases in the history of hackneyed phrases – hit the ground running. We’ve been to The Tower of London, HP, Westminster Abbey, Madame Taussaud’s and Buckingham Palace (which was closed because the queen is in residence).

I’m so pooped.

We are going to the sherlock holmes museum in Baker St tomorrow morning and then it’s home time.

We went to Harrods the other day. That place is the most ridiculously expensive, extravagant department store in the world, but I couldn’t help admire the institution that is Harrods.

It’s so iconic.

I’m ashamed to say I bought into the commercial arse kissing promoted there and bought a little souvenir bear for 10 pounds…

Sounds cheap; isn’t really.

Oh and we went to a music festival in a park in Chelsea. That was pretty awesome actually. We listened to musical all day, drank mulled wine and pretty much remained recumbent on the grass the whole time. It was great rest for the legs.