free range eggs 09.10.06

wow so i returned to londres and i hit the tarmac like an over zealous down hill luge rider in a hailstorm. my days have been both lack lustre like south africas batting and yet ive had some absolute corkers.
like a rat in a blender i was off at 100 rpm. i kicked off my stay back in londres with a field excursion to richmond park where i elloped with the deer, spotted their spoor, threw stones into the pond, jumped a bus and landed in kingston which is a right royal blast. so with time running oh so short i visited a scratch on the earth's a*s. it was croydon that i fell and to the croydon museum of all places. i sat in plush red seats in the bleachers, the cheap seats watching buddy bochy in his touring production of gilbert and sullivans Pirates of penzance, and then squeezed my emaciated body in to the brixton academy to see the Raconteurs make meat balls outta the lunatic crowd. fried fish and battersea power station was next on the ol list. its up for renewal, but the chinese preceded its battering with an absorbing exhibition within its carcass. i viewed the tate modern's innards which were infested by sliding shimmering worms. i have a fear of heights, so i said i'd just watch. they called it art, but i thought they were joking.my love of the series ER, and my now extensive medical knowledge enthused me to check out the oldest operating room in europe as well as the royal medical museum full of animals and human severed parts, it didnt even freak this dawg out. i went home to eat meat stew.
it was a whirl wind three weeks, shawowee.