Of Tubes and Tarts

London. Land of Patrick Stewart and Noel Fielding. A European power. A place for two trollops to sully. So, the day began late. Real late. Like, mid-afternoon late. Apparently, when you go a day without sleeping and cross a continent during that day, it wipes you out a bit. As you can tell from the post below, Candace got a bit of the ol' insomnia and decided to update all y'all (proper plural of y'all, for those of you that don't know), but that little bout made it very difficult for her to be non-tired in the morning. I, myself, could sleep through a nuclear holocaust, so it makes sense that she couldn't get my lazy ass up.

Once we finally got going (in record time, I might add), we made our way to the bus so that we could get on the tube to go back to Camden. I love Camden, and was happy to spend another hour there just taking in the sights and the food and the surprisingly tasty mulled wine. I also love the tube. I love the bus. In fact, if I didn't know for a fact that I have not been high at all since we've been there, would be fairly certain that I am some sort of stoner, since I love

everything so fucking much.

So, following Camden Market, we made our way to the Hawley Arms, where I wanted to eat supper (even though we had already eaten Indian food in Camden, which, you guessed it, I loved with a passion akin to that of nuns for Jesus). We found the Hawley easily, but found that it was much too crowded to wait for a table. Didn't matter too much to me, since I was there only because the boys from the Boosh had been there. Saw their pic on the wall and left.

After a tube ride, we walked over to the London Eye. I was super pumped for the Eye, but

apparently it will be closed from January 11 - 20, so we couldn't go up. That would have been nice to know when we checked their, apparently, infrequently updated website. Assholes. Ah well, the Eye has been pushed back to a 'maybe' later on in the trip. We have to look at the itinerary book (yes, book) and see what can be moved. I can live without

seeing it, but, really, should I have to?

Finally, we walked down to see Millenium Bridge (which is supposedly quite the sight) and

Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. The Globe was closed, as we already knew, but we had a photoshoot and illegally obtained a shot of the scale model inside, so that was mission accomplished. As we sat outside (in the snow), we looked about for the Millenium Bridge, that wonder of modern architecture. Candace was adamant that we were basically right on top of it, but neither of us could see it. After a few minutes of looking around, we inclined our heads slightly left and saw this piddly little walking bridge, that looked like a mini suspension bridge. We were like, "There is no way in hell that THAT is the Millenium Bridge". It was. Once we stopped laughing, we decided that our best option was to cross that magnificent bridge to either the St. Paul's or Mansion House tube station. Lucky thing we did cross the bridge, because we got some pretty kick-ass photos on it. All was not for naught. Brilliant.

Not much else happened; we took some fun photos on the empty tube (including the 'Mind the Gap' signage, which always makes me think of a) Matt Good and b) Russell Brand), then headed back to Sara's flat for some pizza, chocolate, candy, and wine.

So, that was Day 2. Tomorrow will be our hardcore sightseeing day, which will culminate in some Middle Eastern food and shisha, followed by a viewing of Avenue Q at the Gielgud Theatre (Noel Fielding is supposed to be down the street at a comedy show that night, so let's all pray to God, Buddha, Allah, or L. Ron Hubbard that I can randomly spot him).

xoxo (what a fucking retar-tar sign off, I'm changing it)

Nanoo nanoo, bitches,

KDu