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 minutescome 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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