Thought I had no time for this today, y’know? But I won't let that stop me. I’ll just cheat and post a couple pictures. Then I can go off to my wife’s staff dinner at some restaurant downtown. It’s interesting, married to someone in education. Their managers are just as bad as ours. The principal apparently forgot this was her annual staff party, thought it was just a parent-teacher shrimp cook-off or something, and made plans to go out of state (well, it’s the start of an entire week off for the education industry). So she won’t be at her own party. But I’m sure mooching spouses such as myself can make up for it. Heck, with the cat away, maybe we can have some actual fun.
So anyway when I was in London a little while ago I found myself wandering around the City District in the dead of night. I looked up and suddenly had to wonder if this representation of the English physique explains why they erect things like Big Ben’s clock tower. Ain’t he somethin’? Ain't they ... not?
3 comments:
It's not the City District, Old boy. It's the City of London, as distinct from London. At least that's how I've always seen it. Harrumph.
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Lord Puffbuttocks
Ah, so it is. Well, memory, you know.
Yes, all that dope you smoked in frist grade.
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