Well, I got back from London yesterday… not a great deal to say, apart from I went to Mr Pinto’s pub, The Albert, in Westminster, which was fun, apart from the fact Mr Pinto wasn’t actually there, and I was stood there for 3 hours amongst a load of men in suits wearing what are best described as ‘rags’ and having green hair which, in appearance, would be best described as ‘turf’.
From there, I went to another pub near Tottenham Court Rd called The Crobar, which was pretty fucking badass. It’s basically a bar where they belt out whatever’s on the jukebox at the time. That would be metal. We met some pretty interesting folks there. A French Canadian chap called Benoit, who had been sent to London to watch cricket so he could develop a game. Poor fucker.
I was also asked if I would like to date the young lady sat next to me, which did not go down terribly well with Rachael. Of course, I found it hilarious 
Other than that, all I did was sit around and enjoy the wonder that is public transport in London. I met Paddington Bear in Paddington station, and spent way too much time in Victoria station. I should probably take some pictures next time.
I also pissed through an air brick at HSBC’s offices. Take that you robbing bastards.
Anyway, I’ll be heading back there on Thursday or Friday to see AC/DC, and probably stay a while until I get bored, or Rach’s house mates throw me out.
