So, we arrived on Sunday around 8:45 a.m. our time, 2:45 a.m. CST. After landing, we didn’t rest, but went and saw some sights, like Trafalgar(tra-FAL-grr) Square. I was really too tired to enjoy anything very much except our dinner, which I am proud to say I didn’t fall asleep in.
One thing that I have noticed is that everyone here has great jeans. They’re the kind that actually fit; even for the guys, they don’t sag halfway to their knees.
Have you ever felt like you’re being watched? Well, for me, it’s not just a feeling. People have been openly staring at us for some reason, and it bugs me. It’s not like we look any different.
Anyway, I’m sure you all want to know why we were asked to leave the
Tower of London. It was because it was closing time. We were taking a tour of the tower, and at the end, walked through the Bloody Tower onto Raleigh’s Way (which were also the battlements) and I stood on it and looked over and started reciting the lines of the French soldier in Monty Python’s Holy Grail. “Don’t come back or I will taunt you a second time! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!” Just about the time I got to ” you silly Eenglish Knnnn-iggits!” the Yeoman Warder at the end of the battlement said “Alright, everyone time to leave!” I think he was offended.
And now for something completely different! Happy belated birthday to Uncle Benny! Here’s your present — a birthday finger-wagging in front of Big Ben!
Here’s something of interest for Kevvy-Wevvy, the oldest breech-loading guns in the Tower (can you see me in the picture?):
Re: sagging jeans.
A friend of mine does some church work with teenagers. Whenever he sees one of the guys with those sagging pants, he says something like “Did your momma forget to change your diaper this morning?”
He says that works every time, especially if he says it in front of the ladies.
As to why this practice has not been copied in London, I don’t know.
Thanks Diva! It was good of you to check up on my bell tower.
Re: them looking at you all funny.
I let them know that the Stuarts were coming. You’ve become a national curiosity.
Kevvy Wevvy?!?!? HEH! Not allowed…
I mean seiously, how would…..heh, wait guns!
Where can we order those jeans?
Re: “People have been openly staring at us for some reason, and it bugs me. It’s not like we look any different.”
Hmmm…could be a false premise…
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