Random Thoughts
Day 2
Oct. 14
London
Despite constantly staring at buildings with a perplexed look on my face people have stopped to ask me directions not once, not twice, but thrice. Apparently a confused boy in a three-quarter black pea must be some sort of stereotype tourist have of Londoners.
Speaking of getting around, this town does not make it easy. Now I'll admit I'm not the most directionally savvy person but I've never been so lost. I have no problem with putting the street signs on the sides of buildings rather than at the corner of the street, but is it too much to ask that this is done on every corner? Since the streets only seem to be labeled on major intersections it makes for a lot of lost tourists. It's especially trying to find your way around when those street names seem to change without notice when they're interrupted by parks and the like. I'm convinced this is part of that infamous British wit.
I'm perplexed at the popularity of Guinness here. Primarily 'cause its a pretty substandard stout when you've got fairly easy access to the likes of Samuel Smith's Imperial and Oatmeal stouts or Young's Double Chocolate. But then again people in Ontario still drink Canadian when they've got relatively easy access to Creemore (bought by Molson a year ago or so, much to my chagrin). Anyway the popularity of Guinness is also surprising 'cause I thought England's relationship to Ireland was pretty much like the United States' relationship to Canada and there's no way in hell a Canadian beer would ever be so popular in the United States.
Now cartoons and sitcoms have taught me that the French love their cigarettes like no other culture. But I'm convinced that's got to be a myth perpetuated by the American dislike for the Francophonie 'cause I'm convinced the Brits have the French beat when it comes to smoking. I'll bet the only people not smoking here are the tourists. I may come back addicted just from inhaling second hand! I'm little miffed about that 'cause second hand smoke's about as useful as decaffeinated coffee. There's no way in hell I'm going to endure that disgustingness if I'm not getting any of the addictive stimulants in there.
Oct. 14
London
Despite constantly staring at buildings with a perplexed look on my face people have stopped to ask me directions not once, not twice, but thrice. Apparently a confused boy in a three-quarter black pea must be some sort of stereotype tourist have of Londoners.
Speaking of getting around, this town does not make it easy. Now I'll admit I'm not the most directionally savvy person but I've never been so lost. I have no problem with putting the street signs on the sides of buildings rather than at the corner of the street, but is it too much to ask that this is done on every corner? Since the streets only seem to be labeled on major intersections it makes for a lot of lost tourists. It's especially trying to find your way around when those street names seem to change without notice when they're interrupted by parks and the like. I'm convinced this is part of that infamous British wit.
I'm perplexed at the popularity of Guinness here. Primarily 'cause its a pretty substandard stout when you've got fairly easy access to the likes of Samuel Smith's Imperial and Oatmeal stouts or Young's Double Chocolate. But then again people in Ontario still drink Canadian when they've got relatively easy access to Creemore (bought by Molson a year ago or so, much to my chagrin). Anyway the popularity of Guinness is also surprising 'cause I thought England's relationship to Ireland was pretty much like the United States' relationship to Canada and there's no way in hell a Canadian beer would ever be so popular in the United States.
Now cartoons and sitcoms have taught me that the French love their cigarettes like no other culture. But I'm convinced that's got to be a myth perpetuated by the American dislike for the Francophonie 'cause I'm convinced the Brits have the French beat when it comes to smoking. I'll bet the only people not smoking here are the tourists. I may come back addicted just from inhaling second hand! I'm little miffed about that 'cause second hand smoke's about as useful as decaffeinated coffee. There's no way in hell I'm going to endure that disgustingness if I'm not getting any of the addictive stimulants in there.
posted by Mike D @ 9:39 AM
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