More London

Blammo, one week left. Things happen quickly.

Some of us went on a two day trip to Oxford the other week. We stopped on the way to visit the house of William Morris, 19th century artist/writer/socialist, but discovered that the house actually belonged to William Morris, 20th century automobile mogul/philanthropist. All the English people laughed cruelly at our mistake and I accidentally punched some stinging nettle. The trip improved greatly after that, however, and I once again ate an entire block of cheese.

We saw Batman and it was dumb. Our lives have been greatly brightened by everyone's Bane impressions, though.

The Olympics are starting and I am currently in my second hour of europop being blasted from across the street in the Russia camp. We saw a Russian athlete the other day, but he wasn't very muscley so we figured he was a shooter or something equally unimportant. We also went to watch the torch go by and it was truly a jolly occasion.

We missed the bus.

Logjam

Best friends forever.

Olympic butts

THERE IT IS!

London Update

So I was skipping across a bridge, feeling footloose and fancy free. As I skipped, I looked out over the mighty Thames. Such power! Such majesty! Such cleanliness! I then wrenched myself away from the rapturous view in order to avoid stepping on the heavily bandaged legs of a homeless fellow sitting on the bridge.

Things are going great. I'm seeing lots of films, watching lots of plays, and going lots of places, and watching many ethically questionable dating shows. I even ate a whole block of cheese in one sitting the other day. So many milestones!

Bangers and mash!

Terrible comedy clubs!

Picture ruiners!

Sexual tension!

Bums!