...not always just the traffic jam.
After a largely pointless non-story, I feel the need to follow up the last post by talking about my day yesterday. It was great.
After a short but sweet visit to the East End I went to meet another friend in the centre of England's greatest city. We visited a mutual friend in Waterstones and didn't understand what epicurious* meant. We headed to the Strand, via Whitehall and the legendary Horseguard in search of a Starbucks** and what turned out to be a rather good Gingerbread Latte. We went to South Bank, and enjoyed the stunning views of the London skyline, the clear sky and the autumn colours. We saw a stack of unbelievably cheesy (and overpriced) postcards, some lads drumming effectively on some upturned buckets and baulked at the queue for the slides in the Tate Modern (another time, methinks...). We saw Southwark Cathedral and passed the London Dungeon. We had lunch by the river and bought some random fruit*** in the Borough Market. Before heading on for a much needed cuppa we took in the view to Tower Bridge and saw a shop with the slogan "cheese never sleeps".
And if that wasn't enough excitement, I bought myself an Oyster Card.
*Epicurism, apparently, is the "pursuit of pleasure" or "fastidiousness in luxury".
**You'd never think one would have to look far for a Starbucks, let alone admit to searching for one. The only possible consolation (apart from the fact that the drink was good) is that we ended up in the one I believe Danny Wallace mentions in his book.
***A custard apple, which we had to ask how to eat (but was nice nonetheless) and some passionftuit.