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Monday, February 16, 2009 

CHURCH: HEART ON playlist
02/14/09

9:30 WonderDoug
MGMT - Weekend Wars
Tiga - Far From Home
Laura Marling - Ghosts
Beth Orton - Fast Car
Lady Hawke - Dusk Til Dawn
Erasure - I Love Saturday
Santa Gold - Shove It

10pm Grandpatime
Crystal Method - Vapour Trail
Crystal Method - She's My Pusher
Uberzone - Snizl
Goldfrapp - Ride The White Horse (Ewan Pearson Mix)
Plump DJs - Nylon Radar

10:30 WonderDoug
Roxy Music - Do The Stand
Book Of Love - Boy
Tegan & Sara - Back In Your Head
Garbage - Girl Dont Come
Lords Of Acid - Rubber Doll
Chemical Brothers - Hey Boy Hey Girl
The Stooges - No Fun
Duran Duran - Wild Boys
Dead Or Alive - Lover Come Back to Me
Xiu Xiu - Boy Soprano
Patrick Wolf - Triston

11pm Grandpatime
3rd Bass - Wordz Of Wizdom
BT - Movement In Still Life
Chemical Brothers - Galvanize The Empire
Team 9 - Epro / Scream Mash
Dub Pistols - Highway To Hell

11:30 WonderDoug
Apoptygma Berzerk - Electricity
Peaches - Shake Your Dicks
The Knife - Pass This One
Shiny Toy Guns - Richochet
Q Lazzurus - Goodbye Horses
Ned's Atomic Dustbin - Grey Cell Green
MC Lucious - Boom I Got Your Girlfriend

12mid Grandpatime
Detroit Grand Pubahs - Sandwiches
Dan Le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip - Thou Shalt Always Kill
Dogtown Clash - Ya Bitch
Kraftwerk - Numbers (KevyKev Wicked Mix)
Mindless Self Indulgence - Straight To Video (Tommie Sunshine Mix)
Splitloop - Ghettoblaster
Gorillaz - Dare
Blur - Crazy Beat

12:30 WonderDoug
Lady Gaga - Just Dance
Peaches - I Dont Give A Fuck
Joan Jett - Do Ya Wanna Touch?
The Stooges - I Wanna Be Your Dog
Siouxsie & The Banshees - Kiss Them For Me
Fischerspooner - Emerge
Scissor Sisters - Tits On The Radio
MIA - Jimmy

1am Grandpatime
Lords Of Acid - The Most Wonderful Girl
Junkie XL - More
Does It Offend You Yeah - Rockstars (Kissy Mix)
Uberzone - Vibrate
Hyper - We Control
General MIDI - F.U.N.K.
Fatboy Kev - Sex Bitch
Fall Out Boy - Dance Dance (Tommie Sunshine Mix)
VNV Nation - Chrome (Soman Mix)
Mindless Self Indulgence - Shut Me Up (Tommie Sunshine Mix)

1:30 WonderDoug
Goldfrapp - Oh La La
MGMT - Kids
Scissor Sisters - Filthy Gorgeous
Lady Hawke - Magic
Bon Jovi - You Gave Love A Bad Name
Samantha Fox - Touch Me
Lady Gaga - Poker Face
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
Marilyn Manson - User Friendly

2am Grandpatime
Does It Offend You Yeah - Lets Make Out
Death From Above - Sexy Results (MSTRKRFT Mix)
Uberzone - Fubar
Electric Light Orchestra - Shine A Little Love
The Cure vs The Commodores - Easy Like Heaven

Currently listening:
Ideology
Release date: 2007-08-21
Thursday, March 27, 2008 
Cant remember.
columbus minus one.
march25.
last ditch effort to enjoy the london outdoors ends in turmoil.
im up at the CRACK and decide to take a walk.



g’morning mr paddington!



no joke here.
madonna’s house is supposed like 3 blocks from our hotel.
heather’s in the shower so i decide to explore.
i twist and turn to the supposed address but seem to come up empty.
then...
armed guard outside a newsstand that ends up a mews.
i turn the corner having recognized the street name.
more armed guards.
in case you didnt know, the police dont carry guns here.
these guys have AUTOMATIC WEAPONS.
hats that say "special police" as well.
they size me up but i walk straight at them.
the dorr they are guarding is OPEN.
as i walk past i look right and no shit...
Guy-fucking-Ritchie is there putting his kid’s coat on in the doorway.
no madonna though.
i cant stop walking.
if i had these guys would’ve, i dunno, done something.
as i turn left at the end of the square 30 feet down the road i realized there are papparazzi photogs across the garden square from the house snappin shots.
one of them is actually IN the garden square and gets yelled at.
wow.
those guys.
THAT accessable.
weird.
i mean, barring the guards with automatic weapon, weird.
i head back to the room and grab my bride.
were’ going to 2 enormous tourist traps beofre we jet out tomorrow.
The London Dungeon and Madam Trussard’s.
snag HG.
hit the tube.
london bridge station.
into the dungeon fast track.
off we go.
the LD is like a 365 day a year haunted house with 2 rides.
cool inside too.
kind stupid but very well done.



now THAT’s a big knocker.



not really allowed any photography inside, but i wouldve been cool.
we did get a tourist snapper of heather chopping my head off though.
the dungeon is *kinda* cool.
see scary stuff.
gift shop.
out.
tube to madam trussard’s.
they allow photography inside so LOTS more to see here.
madam trussard’s is like the ORIGINAL wax museum btw.
first up inside...



dewds from little britain HAVE to know theyve made it if theyre in here!!





even got the teeth right!





me and Jean-Luc had a little chat





susan saradon is so real she’s CREEPY. i shoulda got the rack in the pic though... nice!





oh THERE she is - that’s why she wasnt home earlier.





now THAT is a big mirror ball





samuel jackson is a bad mutha fucker





easy to see once again why Henry VIII was king. :)





the pope was very pope-ly





vlad the impaler kept his fangs in





ouch that hurts!!





abe looked better than a 5 dollar bill.





chaRLIE used to be bigtime, now he just watches over the gift shop.





you wouldnt have believed the LINE to get a picture taken between these two.





heather ignores picasso to check out bill shakespeare





van gogh, minus bloody hole on the side of his head.





it’s DICK!! nice airline though.





heather FORBADE me to take he picture this day, but changed her mind when she saw little stevey hawking. all my shootings be DRIVE-bys!!





ok - shrek isnt real, but neither is anyone ELSE in here!!





gingy was stylin too.





ah thank GOD theyve got a room.





big al is there to scare up some scares





do NOT go in there!!!





the line to get your pic taken with Capt Jack was STACKED, but we thought the Keith Richards likeness was WAY cooler anyways.





britney’s statue actually BREATHED. creepy.





i’ve got to break FREE-EE!!





the fab four were immortalized. and no sign of heather mills either!





jimmy was looking SWEET.





i pitty the fool that tries to shoplift in here.





adolph is good at holding STILL.





the ab-fab chick should lay off the botox





hulk SMAAAASH!!





HG met andy warhol at a really chic party!!





the madam herself



were tired and go back to the room to pack.
we miss the kitten.
sleep early because we gots to go.
out.
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Thursday, March 27, 2008 
in the land of lon-don’s.
Easter Monday.
a holiday here.
loads of things are closed.
including MOST of the tube lines running thru Padington.
not because of the holiday though.
oh yeah.
forgot to mention.
railway engineering workers were fined more than £22 million for not completing improvement on schedule earlier this year.
the fines produced a PROMISE from London Transport Rail that the works would be finished by end of Easter holiday.
what this means is that several of the MAIN tube lines are totally off-service.
many more are on only PARTIAL service.
and even more (mostly suburban rails) are totally fubared too.
yes, we’re affected.
but we manage.
the remaining lines are CROWDED and plagued with delays.
but, fuck it!
it’s Easter!!!!



Happy Ester!!!! :)





The OLD Intrepid Fox is closed as well. I think for longer than this weekend though.





We search and search for a good GAY bar, but cant find one.



we’re just kind of wandering around soho.
taking it easy today.
didnt get up til late.
even too lazy to get the good camera out so camera pix must suffice.
then we happen upon these...



whaaaaaaa? dammit! we’ve been lookin all over!!





double DAMMIT!!



we stroll down what seems to be an out-of-the-way residential street in soho and see these signs.
what the fuck?
seems these streets may be good fro more than pints and expensive CDs.
wonder how many would-be customers had to come knockin before they had these signs made?
wacky.
were a bit hungry so we decide to cash in heather’s freebie cheesburger.



oh yes... sweet because it’s FREE!!

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dinner makes us sweepier.
room sounds good.
we out.
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Thursday, March 27, 2008 
LonDOANER.
Easter Sunday 2008.
outta cash so we gets some more.



it just keeps coming out.



we’re heading for the liverpool street markets.
it’s fucking COLD and windy.
REALLY COLD.
stupid cold.
OHIO cold.
weak.
spirits are high though as we hit the transport



smiles everyone SMILES.





no one is tired of this angle yet right?





on the walking tunnel we meet up with our favorite tube musician. bagpipes bitches!!!! awesome.





HG out platform 2.





pub outside of liverpool street has the best name yet... and painting of it’s namesake.





we jot down the number in case were bored later.



the market kinda sucks today.
the weather isnt helping.
even the marketeers look bummed.
everything is wet.
a HUGE dollup of water goes blowing off of one of the traps covering crap thats being sold.
JUST misses me.
at least the first time.
walk some more.
wander into another pub FILLED with football fans.
we want food so we break.
head into the expensive part of the market.
whatever.
have a decent bite though at a place called Leon.
unisex bathrooms.
weird.
you can totally see if some beeeotch doesnt wash her mitts.
gross.
the clear plastic water bottles our sippage comes on are 100% recyclable though.
made from CORN.
kinda cool.
REALLY cool actually.
it says on the bottle that they breakdown 1 MILLION times faster than traditional plastic bottles too.
how fucking sweet is that?
ok market sucked but water bottle was cool.
hop the tube for picadilly circus.
i wanna show heather the lights.



"cupid, draw back your bow-we-ooo"





fee fi fo fum, i smell a fucking tourist trap!.





i totally want one!



sweet store in the trocadero had self-decapitating robots and coco monkey hoodies.
we wanted like half the shit IN there.
totally sweet.



stairway to heaven.



we arrive at the times square of london.
heather says it’s an abomination.
why would they cover up old beautiful bldgs with ugly-ass ads and tvs?



’cause it’s fucking COOL thats why.





lookit THAT fake smile!!!





she’s so DARK the light acutally BENDS AROUND her.





heather’s happy were outta there.





we have NO IDEA what "busking" is



we hit the room and get ready to go out.
we already slept through 2 saturdays BUT NOT TONIGHT.
Eskil Simonsson from Covenant is spinning at a club in Camden, so we put on out blackest.
brief rest.
put on a little m akeup.
write it on a pound note.
hit the bricks.
lancster to tottenham.



oh so familiairz.



we’re too early to get the club and a little hungry so we rail a pub outside the tube.
it’s past 9:30 and they are done serving food.
AGAINST my will we make a trip into mc-stakeys next door and grab a value meal.
they’re doing monopoly and HG wins a cheesburger.



it’s free bitches - you BET we’ll take it!!





the taps next door look soooo much better.





2 pints for here please.



dunk ’em down.
northern line back to camden town.
MANY fewer people on the streets.



that shit is DARK yo.





yup - it’s a goth club. there’s a single dude dancing BADLY, by himself on the floor.



we check out room 2.
the music is LOADS better.
old school goth, deathrock, alternative.
sweet.
what friday at outland SHOULD be... EVERYweek.
we decide we’ll hang in there.
pint.
pint.
pint.
pint.


we likes it in here..





Dale will be happy to hear And One is as popular here as the ol’ aüslander.

Eskil walks in with some chick on his arm.
he’s totally trying to hook up.
we’re still in room 2 so he must be hangin in here til it’s time for him to dj.
no one seems to recognize who he is.
but even if they do, they’re not awestruck.
neither is heather. :)



HG decides he’ll make a better meal than a dj.



Eskil and his chick dance to Bauhaus and head into the main room.
we follow ONLY because im interested in what he’s playing.
some SUPER drunk Australian dude invade our privacy from the upstairs balcony.
we put up with it for a bit.



the floor picks up with mr Covenant starts playing

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his music...
hmmmmm...
truthfully un-impressed.
starts with one of his own (Greater Than The Sun).
goes NO WHERE from there.
only plays 30 minutes.
we go back to the 2nd room.
getting a *little* drunky.



oh yeah... keep ’em coming big boy!





i dance with my wife for the first time.



the music is sweet.
heather and i dance together.
how often does THAT get to happen?
we hang for another hour and head out.
tube is closed.
only cab ride of the week because it’s 2am.
sleep.
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Thursday, March 27, 2008 
LondySpumondy.
Saturday March 22.
headin off t’camden-townage.
i’m DETERMED to find the industrial music in the UK.
dude at the cure said to check out resurrection records in camden.
sound as good as anything else.
cold again.
rainy too.
big surprise.



HG busts out the bumberchute.



hit the tubeage.
lancaster gate to tottenham court.
t court to angel.
get off in islington to check out an army navy.
didnt expect the street fair.
hard to find but final do.
good stuff in there.
nothing i HAVE to have though.
strike out.
onward to the record store where i can do some REAL damage.
angel to camden town.
whaaaaaa?
there’s like 3 gazillion peeps on the street.
we’ve obviously stumbled onto the COOL part of town.
the shops are riddled with new rocks, studded duds and tattoo specialists.
goths and cyberificness abide corner to corner.



who let the dawgs out?!?!



we’re starvy and have movie bladders so we hit up the oxford arms.



ahh yeah. pee pee time!



the football is on so seats are scarce.
yup.
punkrockers and goth kids watching sports.
wake up america.
contact sports ARE punk rock.
especially the bloody ones.
we’re settled so we walk to strizzy.



cold steel bishes.



i find resurrection records but almost wish i hadnt.
i walk out a CRIPPLING £124.00 lighter (about $250.00).
LOTS of goodies for church though.
stay tuned.
the streets are lined with cool so we stick.



who knew Chaos and The Darkside would be soo close?





the Darkside looks good so we venture in.





it’s like a NEVERENDING hot topic on this street.





awesome t-shirts though!! :) wish they’d had a XXXXXXXXXXL.



we walk for hours.
we’re hungry again (go figure) and stop for a bite and a pint.
the world’s end is like the biggest pub in the UK or something.
it’s like the disneyworld of pubs.
it’s like the andre the ginat of pubs
it’s like the GRAVEDIGGER OF PUBS!!!!



no johnny depp in sight.





at first we thing this sign is a joke. then we look around... hmmm... maybe not.



the day is long and were shagged.
my wallet is LIGHT so we head back to the room.
full intention on going out but the shoes come off and it’s all she wrote.
then an ad for the CRUSHA comes on.
oh my fucking god it’s funny.



you have to agree, you’d be tired after seeing this too.



found it on the ’ol YouTubers...
it’s gotta be moving for total appreciation.



sweepy.
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Monday, March 24, 2008 
London. Friday March 21.

the tower awaits.
up and out.
really cold.



hop the tube.



bakerloo to charing cross.
stairs, oh my god, stairs.
outside.
SUNNY!
dewwwwwwwd.
wasnt sure they had that here anymore.
trafalgar square is PACKED.



glorious sunshine!





hide the kids eyes hun.





goinsON at the Tsquare.





you can even see some BLUE!





HG double fists the morning cup.



loads of people.
relative warmth in the sun.
big sculpture.
lions and scary faces.
onward.
we missed the tower of london because we got there too late.
we get to tower hill station and it’s still pretty sunny.
sweet.
snag a couple of expensive tix and we’re in.



been seeing lots of these lately.





the beefeater guided tour seems a bit stacked so we decide to give it a go on our own.





tower wall. kids in the way. short lift up and over ?





sun still kickin.





sweet views of bridge-es-ness up har.





HG checks the coronation re-enactment.





london gets a boner.





not sure WHAT the fuck is going on with my hair here, but i think i’m a pimp named slickback.





tell cheryl to get her ass home ’cuz the line at my house is getting LONG.



see lots of castle stuff.
get in line for the jewel house.
it’s LONG.
were hungry
we think about snagging the banana out of the dude’s backpack in front of us.



ahhhhh yeah baby. keep wigglin. yer almost OUT!



skys start to threaten but were hangin tight.
weather around here changes faster than baby diapers.
no pix allowed in the jewel house because apparently the royals are i need of money.
buy the books in the gift shop?
weak.
see some jewelry.
actually, see some videos, wait in a que, THEN see some jewelry.
sparkle sparkle
bling bling.
waiting in line at the jewel house is akin to waiting in line for disaster transport.
small build up from an attraction in ill repair.
smallish thrill at the end.
we head over to the white tower.



the queen is out.





HG sez she doesnt think the ceiling fans are ORIGINAL and may have come at some later date.





henry the VIII. easy to see what made HIM king.



on the way out we wanna check out some torture stuff.
this place seems more like COSI though than a historical monument.
we give it a go any-who.



FINALLY some good stuff... we think.





excited to see how they hurt people.





squisher? shouldve used a real 3d person model though. far more effective for illustration.





rack. not the good kind though. and just a replica.





we head out of the WEAK torture room, heather sez she couldve done better and think they should hire her as a consult.





right... 5:30 then, outcha go!



out.
bathroom.
food!
we’re starved so we hit the tourist trap fish n’ chipper.



Heather shows me her family crest.



finish food.
we want more blood.
a jack the ripper walker is in order.
top of the hill.
ripping yarns is taking.



our dude. beefeater by day. theatrical street walker by night.





decent tour. prostitute church. murder scenes. coulston st. mitre square.



our tour group is HUGE.
the dude moves FAST.
it’s a little like a Jack the Ripper jogging tour.
we do well to keep up.
beefeater dude is pretty funny too.
lets us go.
it’s friday so we go to have a drink.
Intrepid Fox here we come.
place is STACKED.
both floors.
they like their clothes black just like their metal.
2-3 pints.
akwardly dressed though.
HG wants to show off her sweater hams



LET US OWWWWWwwwwwwwt!





jim wants a drink.



tired.
tube to the LG.
home.
sleep.
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Saturday, March 22, 2008 
London. Thursday March 20. race for The Cure.

we’ve got ONE objective today.
we sleep until it doesnt work anymore.
somehow STIL tired.
we roll out scummy to grab a bite before the big get-ready.
the forecast is for CRAP.
must prepare.
4 hours later, ready to roll.



yes but are THEY ready for HER? :)





hit the street and the forecast keeps it’s promise.



circle to baker street.
hop the metropolitan for the burbs.
arrive wembley park 19 minutes later.



tis wet my lord.





my sentiment exactly.





wembley stadium (next door) has undergone a MAJOR facelift for the olympic commitee. musta worked - London 2012 is the spizzy.





we queue up to the South East entrance. floor standing ONLY bishes!!





HMHG holds her spot.





my gothic mary poppins.



it’s an hour before doors.
door dudes roll out to scan tix and apply wrist bandages.



were pretty in pink.



they hook up the wristys but gank our tix.
they say they’re rollin down the line and will be back with the tix after scanning.
every credit card transaction in this country is done with a hanheld.
THESE guys dont have a hand scanner?
i tries to chill but secretly panic.



mug it waitin for our tix to come backage





24 minutes later. ahhhhh... that’s better





the wind is vicious but HG is prepped.



finally.
were inside.
we only about 50 or so back in the queue so we dont run.



oh yeah - we’re ready now.





will be a sea of peeps soon.





the floor is starting to fill so we claim a spot.





65 days of static from sheffield. not too bad actually. the crowd is brimming with anticipation.



just before the show begins we suddenly find ourselves right against the front rail.
SUPER nice guy from south africa named justin is beside us.
he’s short so im happy to stand behind.
there’s also a jackass from poland pressing up behind/beside us.
dude STINKS.
wont keep his arms down either.
keeps restin his mits over his girls shoulders and on my queen.
now it’s on.
i’m taller so my shoulders go up.
he eventually subsides, no incident.
we settle in and the lights go down.



plain song, night like this, grinding halt, lovecats. simon is wearing ballerina tights with a belt.



the crowd is positively MENTAL.
bob is at his best still.
like a little kid overwhelmed by praise.
sooooooo wacky.
plainsong
prayers for rain
a strange day
alt.end
a night like this
the end of the world
lovesong
to wish impossible things
pictures of you
lullaby
from the edge of the deep green sea
hot hot hot!!!
please project
the walk
push
friday i’m in love
inbetween days
just like heaven
primary
a boy i never knew
shake dog shake
never enough
wrong number
one hundred years
disintegration
at night
m
play for today
a forest
the lovecats
let’s go to bed
freak show
close to me
why can’t i be you?
three imaginary boys
fire in cairo
boys don’t cry
jumping someone else’s train
grinding halt
10:15 saturday night
killing an arab
3 HOURS, 28 MINUTES later the lights go up.



easy squeezy happ’n’cheesy. awesomenessnesh indeed.



we break for the tube amonst a SEA of peeps.
the rain is in control but we dont care.
stop and nab heather a hoodie.
no tour posters outside
a hunt will insue.
slightly concerned we’ll miss the last train we scurry along.
11:48 and the tube stops at midnight.
platformed packed we forge inward.
even got seats!
good night.
back in paddington.



ah yes. home sweet train station.



mission accomplished.
tired and reeling.
snag some grub.
head back to the closet.
love.
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Saturday, March 22, 2008 
London. March 19. Cure minus one.

HG wants more old stuff so we decide to head over to Buckingham Palace.
shower.
clothes.
tube pass.
coinage.
out.
we’re hungry and yo sushi has been looking good for a couple.
food was so-so.
not as good as remembered.
but this makes it worth it...



can ya see it?





greatest eyebrows EVER!



circle line to St James Park.
mind the gap.
off we go.
2 blocks up the greenery takes over.



princess d still very much in the hizzy.





HG still doesnt dig the birdies.





this one is funny to me. must be the bedhead.





cherubs brazen against the gray uk sky-ler.





we approach the palace.





gotta take the long way around apparently.





the gates are open but no guard change. the royals mustov known HMHG was coming :)





guards watch us CLOSE.





just had audience with HM apparently. check the digital camera on top hat dude.





dude - your face is SO close to his BALLS. howzit smell down there?





the queen victoria memorial is... uh... memorialist i guess





now THAT is advertising.



hop the tube again.
we’re heading for tower hill.
try to knock out 2 biggies in one cycle.
we get there kinda late though.
ticket chick sez they close in 45 and it take like 2 hrs to get though it all.
so we cruise the tower walk n’ pier insteadler.



first sun we’ve seen in AGES.





HMHG gives me the JCPenny.





wearing thin yo. so you gets the BEND OVER.



we break for soho.
lookin for space toys.
i *kinda* remember the locale.
stop at the porcupine in leicester square for a pint.
waiter dude is in our grill.
leave me alone, my ass is busy using your bench bish.
onward.
we hit shaftsbury and crank it right.
spend a spell in foop.
still no dub-no.
down the street we go.
ahhhhh yes, here it is...



pretty much the greatest store on the planet.





space 1999 in the mutha phuckin HAUZ!! ...seriously, WHERE else could i find this? it’s too expensive though so i just oogle.





doctor who in chromeo. Cathy would goosh!



we walk around in search of a decent meal.
kinda no luck.
and suddenly we nearly knock over Adrian Greiner.
that’s Vincent Chase from Entourage for the pop culture-ly challenged.
super heavy beard.
looks lost.
his female companion making her way down the street.
he misses her, does a 360, finds the mark and off he goes.
HG deos an under-the-breath shout.
"we love you!"
off once again.
we’re heading up the top of covent garden towards centre point.
and much to my DELIGHT we just happen upon the BRAND NEW Intrepid Fox.



the best bar in london.



my absolute FAVE bar in london of EVER.
we went past the former location in soho and we’re über-bummed at the boarded up windows.
this building isnt as old but the vibe is the same.
giant gargoyle over the doorstop.
spider made of car parts and tools over the bar.
skulls, camoflauge and metal posters EVERYWHERE.
plus... now TWO FLOORS.
we’re still hungry, but a pint here is a must.
we chill.
chew our beers.
ask about upstairs but they say it’s only open on the weekends.
decide we’ll come back for SURE.
off we go.
still food inspired.
find a sport pub in soho.
fucking mentally packed inside.
meat pies and burgers.
yum. yummers.
TOTALLY shagged, we head home.
BIG day tomorrow and we needz our rest.



walking is hard.



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Friday, March 21, 2008 
London. March 18.

we are up the earliest we’ve been.
taking a touristy tour to Stonehenge and Windsor Castle today.
gotta meet at the Paddington Hilton.



whew. sleepy still.





gotta juice up.





jump on the bus and were off.





backseat give a good vantage, but is TIGHT.



one hour later we arrive at Windsor.
stuff there looks like everything else.



this shit is EVERYWHERE.





WHAAAA? dem vendors at the dropoff are promoting some shenannigans!!.





follow the pink umbrella.





our guide-ess. cant remember her name. just her scowl.





finally.





up the hill... oh the calfs are burnin now.





beotch shows us where we CANT go. beyond the gates: private residence of the queen..





sign shows you what will happen if you try and get through.





royal dudes steer some kids the right way.





ahhhh - now THATS a castle.





Heather tries out for the job.





the toilet is back here SOMEwhere.



once again, not allowed to take pix inside.
so me outers will hafta doo.
lotsa paintings, dollhouses, china, staterooms, audio tours.
just NOT as cool as edinburgh castle tough.
onward.



St George’s chapel. yes... people are buried there too





back on the bus... off to Stonehenge





bring it bus lady.





dat’s what I’M talking aboat!





the druid temple weirds the kever out a bit.





my queen lightens my mood.





REALLY old rocks.





local residents.





even the stones stand at atention when Heather walks by.





Hogwarts year two field trip was across the street.





back on the bus.



We cruise thru the british countryside and get roped into lunch at a pub of the tour’s choosing.



The Churchill Arms. West Lavington, UK.





Heather is happy to be OFF the bus.





original pub owners crest.



we dont order the standard fare and are annexed to the pub itself.
it’s ok though.
we order a PILE of fried delights and chow down.



happy when were full :)





we over hear a local couple talking about their THIRD 21st birthdays. so cute.





Heather is tiring of her picture getten tooked so i has to sneak one.





back on the bus.





last stop... Bath.





sweet church. hot springs. shoppin.



they set us free for an hour before our "private" tour of the Roman Baths.



more Scooby Doos. we head the other way.





once inside we can almost visualize the Three Amigos frolicking in the waters :)





Heather checked under the skirts to see if the statues were anatomically correct.





basically this place was an enormous excavation. the "museum" is built on top of what they found. we think it’s a little weird - but the baths themselves are pretty kewl.





the water was ALL this clear when the roofs over the springs and baths were intact.





back in the day.





what they REALLY needed was RAZORS.





HEHEHE. you figure it out.



we get back on the bus for the journey home.
they TELL US before to make sure and use the toilet BEFORE.
but this Indian dude doesnt listen.
the door to the bus loo even says "emergency use only"
he walks on on.
this american lady sitting by the latrine is freaking OUT.



woo dude - easy on the curry!!





I catch him comin back... soooo silck.



i pass out on the bus.
wake up with a HORRIBLE neck ache.
it’s almost 8pm and we are DEAD.
drop us in Paddington.
walk up the Sussex.
back to the room.
out.
more old stuff tomorrow...
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Friday, March 21, 2008 
Monday March 17. London.
Heather wants to see OLD stuff.
it’s St Pats, so in the truest of Catholic traditions, why not hit up Westminster Abbey?
we hit the tube at the CRACK.



oops, not that kinda crack.





dat’s right bitches, we BAD.





trade trains to the jubilee.





arrival... 12 minutes



come outside right under the big bitch himself.



ding dong dammit, ding dong!





Heather wanted a Scooby snackage. dude was collecting for animal welfare so we emptied our pockets.





they do NOT want you in here.





ya KNOW it’s a gubmint buildin if daze PROtestes outside.





these diehards even SLEEP there.





obligatory parliment gate shot...





...for two.



cross the strizzy.
left into St Margarets and this springs forth...



whaaaaaaaaaaa?





this mutha theresa is BIG!



we head into St Margarets before the big boy.
we’re not allowed to snap pix inside but i sneak on off me phone whilst sittin in a pew.



KNEEL before the grace of god! seriously - these HAND KNIT kneeling pads are the nicest i’ve ever seen in a church. and i AM catholic!



we tool around inside St Margarets for a bit.
there are people buried IN the church.
maybe that’s not that weird but ** I ** have never seen it before.
you actually walk around the aisles on TOP of the buried people.
their sacred slabs beneath your feet.
words worn off from many HUNDREDS of years of people walking around on top of them.
some peeps are also buried in the walls.
I mean, how MUCH do you need to donate to a church before you can be BURIED inside it?
wild.
i mean really.
wow.
we head out and over to the Abbey.
it’s £10 each to go in (about $21) so we almost do go.
wouldve been a BIG mistake.
NO photos allowed inside because the wantcha to buy the photo books.
but i gets a couple.
the Abbey is almost indescribably beautiful.
next to The Vatican i’m not sure you can FIND a place any closer to god himself.
huge statues and burial plots.
oh yeah - LOTS of those inside.
not just in the floor, but on top of it as well.
and not just on top, but in chapels that litter the perimeter of the entire structure.
and when i say chapel, yeah i mean an entire room you enter.
they have like stone 5 foot walls so the the contents is visible from the walk around.
the insides are protected by doors that are like 1000 years old.
but they are open.
people walk in, check out yer grave and (usually) lifesized, at rest statues,
read about your life and death.
do some praying sometimes.
and boogie.
this place is like a full-on graveyard and über-church.
breathtaking.
we stop for 60 seconds to pray with the resident priest of the hour.
you tend to feel the WEIGHT of religion in this place.
once we were out of the main part of the Abbey where I got screached at for having my hat on and attempting to snap a camera phone pic, i got a bit braver...



the Chapterhouse. which literally used to be a STORE ROOM.





jesus.





cloister in the exterior hallways.





dead people.



we finish up our brush with history and head outside.



blah! i DARE you to get yer camera out!!!.



the "back" of the church is adorned with statues of 20th century martyrs.
of which Martin Luther King is one.



pretty sweet.





Heather is please with her grazing of "old stuff" so far..





Churchill resides over the gardens behind parliment. just behind the protesters. awesome





i want MORE!



we walk the Thames north from Westminster.
thers some weird wedding photography shoot going on.
then we stumble on ANOTHER memorial of pissed off statues.



i went to london and all i got was this BIG HEAD.





cross the river on the jubillee bridge.





the wind has got this bitch swayin, but we stop for a nuzzle.



other side of the river is riddled with touristy attraction and street performers.
dudes the hold still.
dudes that jump out of cages.
dudes with ridiculously long tube arms.



whaaaaaaa?





Heather almost falls in.



we’re hungry so we grab a snackage.



i pity the fool that doesnt eat my CANDY BAR!





Heather wants the biggest bunny in the yard.



she says no the the london eye so we keeps on walkin.



hello Dali.





look kids, Big Ben, Parliment...



We head into soho.
heather needs a hat.
and i need a break from old stuff.



faaaaaa-boo!



we hit up Sister Ray record shop.
but these bitches just do have what I’m lookin for.



wow. nice descripter card.





we do find some cool stuff to do for the weekend though.



we’re STARVING now.
we want comfort and FOOD.
walk and walk and walk.
vodka and food will do NICELY.



oops, not that kinda crack.





they claim to have the BEST steak in town.





they have a *few* vodkas... not a bottle of Smirnoff in the haüz though. thank god.





gotta love and entire drink menu of vodka stuff.





happy kever. full warm and ready to rock once again.



dinner is AWESOME.
just what we needed.
but now we’re wearing down so back to paddington we go.
we pass a bushel of gothers smoking outside some soho sidestreet pub so we decide to look it up later.
back to the room and sleepage.
BIG day tomorrow.
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