So today I went to London, the Capital, the Head Honcho, the Bees Knees. It was interesting to say the least. Even before I went I had to have constructed a full scale itinerary, just to satisfy my father that I wouldn't be wasting time, and/or getting lost. And I just had to see the blue whale! It is probably fairly obvious by now that I am not a regular visitor.
Anyhow, upon arriving in London, my Dad left me for his business with "good luck and try not to get too lost." Which is always reassuring coming from a parent. Turns out I didn't get lost, well, not too much.
I successfully traversed the underground, combining travel on two different lines seamlessly. I am a master of trains and stations. I then navigated the subway to the Natural History Museum single-handedly. I am a genius.
I then conducted a whistle stop tour of the Museum, and while doing so, realised that it was particularly underwhelming. Everything seemed so much cooler when seven years old. All the dinosaurs had shrunk, the exhibitions where extremely simple and rocks are incredibly boring. But still, I soldiered on viewing as many exhibits as I could!
From here I travelled the Tube to Covent Garden, where I saw the impact consumerism is having upon our generation. As most people are aware, there is, situated in Covent Garden, a rather large Apple store. Today, outside said Apple store, was a rather large queue. A queue with perhaps two hundred people in it. What is it for I hear you ask? I special limited edition Steve Jobs signed original iPod? Perhaps a rare meteorite that has fallen to earth? Or even an escaped dinosaur?! Nope, it was none of these, it was a queue for the new iPhone, which to me looks remarkably similar to the previous incarnation, which to me doesn't really do much more than the original. So all in all I saw a selection of stupid people outside a stupid store. To add icing to this ridiculous cake, it was raining!
After slipping and sliding my way around the historic market, I headed back onto the Tube, and towards Trafalgar Square, to see a monument dedicated to a true British hero. I sat here and watch scores of school children screaming and shouting, climbing all over this historic monument. Hmmmm.
Then I took a stroll to Westminster to see Big Ben and the London eye, before heading back to the Tube for a final time. Then the journey home was fairly uneventful (mainly due to a large amount of sleep). Upon arriving back, a visit to the Grandma ensued, which was possibly my highlight of the day. I shall leave you with possibly one of my Grandma's best ever quotes:
"What is a doughball?"
Joe out
