Cheerio and bloody hell and bollocks and fancy a shag and spare a fag mate and rightoo then. ... Here I am in Merry Ol' London, spending more money than I thought humanly possibly.
Sheeesh, they say New York is expensive, but this place really takes the cake (tea cake, that is, love).
Anyway, this is part one of my "I will not postpone my life Sept. 11th pledge. ... Part two will most likely be nude bungee-jumping (gotta buy a 36-hour bra for that one) or a trek across some mountains that are interspersed with room service.
Anyway, mates, London is really a gas, I must say, once you get past the money thing.
The cabs are amazing. They're all huge and sorta like brand new 1940s cars with drivers who all speak English and even are willing to share many a witty remark. (Oh, yes, that's where Dodi used to live before, well, the incident.)
I seem to be doing it all quite swimmingly, I must say, from a night out at the theatre (do you know they serve ice cream at intermission? ... Ice cream!!) to a day shopping all along Nottinghill, and nary a Hugh Grant in sight, though I did see a travel book shop.
I rambled all over an area called Picadilly Circus that I thought was going to be some kind of lions, tigers and clowns sorta thing, but the only thing circuslike about it was a truly wild SM scene.
That's the other thing, dears.
These folks are sooo uptight during the day -- very, very grumpy. But at night, they are total freaks! I've never seen so many different shops dedicated to latex!!
Faves so far are the fish and chips, although I seem to have gained two pounds from eating them, and that's the weight kind, not the money kind.
Also really, really love the doubledecker buses and the truly fabulous coffee. Can you imagine, dearies? Good coffee in London. Who knew??
Well, lambs, I think my 10 pounds of Internet time are used up here.
Did I mention that London was expensive?
I'll write more when I return.
Cheers, love.
Oh, FYI? Bangers and mash is not yet another SM party as I had suspcted.
Pity.
