Well, actually, hello from Acton/Chiswick, and the wonderful home of Swiss Mister and Miss. I'm the guest blogger for the week, and am dutifully blogging from their account!
I was meaning to blog sooner - I did arrive early
Monday morning. But things are so busy here across the pond! What have I/we been doing, you ask? Well, Laura and Ian have been working hard for their money. But I have been hardly working, and exploring London. Shopping on Oxford Street, taking the Tube all over town, stealing babies - it's all a part of my day. Above is Ruby, who I did not actually "steal", but rather befriended. She really liked Camden Market.The three of us have been having a jolly old time after the sun sets - which here, is at about 4pm. I've been introduced to the local pub!
We've been to the theater to see Billy Elliot.And (most fun so far) we have all been introduced to Secret Cinema.
I've promised to keep the secret for now, but let's just say that the film was medically-themed (how appropriate for this blogger!) and the evening was held in an abandoned hospital, seen below - avec patients:
And, don't worry. We were given adequate hydration for the evening. Saline and blood and downers, oh my!
In other news, Wills and Kate are getting married. Yes, it has been on the BBC all week! Get ready for a royal wedding in Summer 2011.
One thing I've noticed here is how incredibly unhealthy the food is. Now, don't get me wrong - there's always a time and a place for stuffing your body full of crap. Plus, I love food. But here, it seems like it's always time for crap. Sausages, Cornish Pasties, Fried Chicken (yes, there is a Chicken Cottage and a Chicken Villa, and both are usually across from each other). Plus, there are lots of signs pointing you to places to purchase unhealthy foods. Case in point:
What on earth makes a sausage "honest"? And really, do sausages have "free spirit"? Or any spirit? Hmmm...
All I have to say is, thank goodness for the champagne bar at St. Pancras station (or, as I have aptly named the station, "St. Pancreas"). At least there was somewhere we could get something healthy:
Well bloggership, that's all for now. I promise to blog again this week, with more updates from our adventures together. Thanks for LB and IB for being the world's most wonderful hosts!
Kathleen "Queen of St. Pancreas"
All hail the Queen of St. Pancreas, MD of the London tube!
ReplyDeleteAnd thank God for the raspberry syrup in my champagne cocktail. Without it, the scurvy would have really started to kick in and not even the Secret Cinema "medicine" would have helped.
WHAT IN THE HELL IS THE SECRET CINEMA??!!
ReplyDeleteThat, Inder, is the question on the tip of everybody's tongue. However, we are sworn to secrecy... Unless we swear YOU (and the bloggership) to secrecy, right???
ReplyDeleteEssentially, it's classic movie night meets art installation meets total crazy surprise. In this case, we had no idea what to expect -- all we were told was to meet at Ladbroke Grove tube station wearing bathrobes. From there, people in white coats took us to the insane asylum. Film: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. The rest you know from Kathleen and her photos above.
If you need more information, get off your duff and come to LONDON!!!