London calling…..collect!

July 29, 2009

Alright then, got off the flight and in pretty good shape…..didn’t get a wink of sleep with all of the kneecap abuse ….. but discreetly farted the last stubborn remnants of Walt’s Wharf Black Bean soup into the face of seat 35C on the way off the plane..! mmm…revenge!

Ok then, London. I am here a day before the rhythm section. Kimm and I were thinking of just picking up a couple guys over on this side of the pond, but turns out there’s no Home Depot here yet—Hey 0!!!!

Ok Niños, we neeed one drummer, a bassista...and anyone good with kitchen tiles?

Ok Niños, we neeed one drummer, a bassista...and anyone good with kitchen tiles?


The sad state of the economy means Pricelined rooms at Hyde Park Hilton for 50 bucks!! Got checked in and looked longingly at the bed, but the job on day one is to stay awake til midnight and get the ol’ body clock back on track….

Ahhh...but miles to go before we sleep, eh?!

Ahhh...but miles to go before we sleep, eh?!

Well, the job is also to stay away from the Schwarmas they sell outside of every proper pub in this nutty town! Far too early on the week to start losing precious bodily fluids through *ahem* excessive potty breaks!

The key is to keep moving, kid! Quick tube ride, Central line to the Northern, Picadilly then hit the streets to Covent Garden and a quick Extra Cold Guiness at Punch & Judy’s—yeah, I know it’s touristy, so kill me! I hang out at Downtown Disney every Thursday night too, pretending I’m a exchange student from Wisconsin!

mmmm...meat pies and street performers!

mmmm...meat pies and street performers!

Alright, keep it moving, I’m feeling the effects of Mother Earth’s gravity pulling me down! Back into the tube and pop up a short time later in Camden Twn, and into our beloved World’s End to get the wits back….

It's the end of the world and I'm loving it!!

It's the end of the world and I'm loving it!!

Proper nutrition at the World's End and all is right with this crazy blue rock, baby!

Proper nutrition at the World's End and all is right with this crazy blue rock, baby!


Jesus…don’t know if I’m gonna make it! The body just can’t weather the effects of Time and travel like the old days, and that bed and a nice cup of tea is calling louder than last call at Alex’s Bar on a Friday night!!

Keep moving, that’s my motto, which I’m apparently saying aloud to myself at this point. Also, no Schwarmas, no schwarmas, though they are waving the pungent meat bombs under my nose at every stall!!

Hey you!  Come over here and eat some of this meat that's been rotating in the window for a week!!

Hey you! Come over here and eat some of this meat that's been rotating in the window for a week!!

Barstool vespas on Camden Lock....no matter where I go, can't escape the Mods!

Barstool vespas on Camden Lock....no matter where I go, can't escape the Mods!

A few more at Hawley Arms, and the jet lag has now morphed into a really nice Dementia…I was later found down by the water talking to a group of bewildered ducks…..

You birds never give pay back anythingdammnit!  I deserve better treatment..Answer me!!!

You birds never give pay back anything dammnit! I deserve better treatment..Answer me!!!

It’s midnight now, and after a fevered tube ride back to Queensway station I finally stumbled my way back up to room 520. It was only then I realized what I was gripping in my trembling hand…Gaaa! Schwarma!!!

Mixed meat, heavy on the sauce, side of Immodium please!!

Mixed meat, heavy on the sauce, side of Immodium please!!

Ah London…same as it ever was. Off to pick up the fellas at Heathrow and onto Dusseldorf now..Cheers!

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