Let me just set the mood with this lovely picture here taken in one of the many lovely parks of London
What a joyful reunoin. After hours of cuddling and necking, we made our way to a local pub.
Our scottish friends Indie Martin and Indie Greg. Accents as thick as the mead they drink.
it was rather brisk, but weather akin to that of ol' humboldt county
I am very serious about the socce game, and my beard.
sweaty drunken soccer fan chants is the soundtrack to this sunset
asshole glasses make their first appearance
and their second in the park
we lay in the park for hours with one of the soccer chants stuck in our heads. i keep singing it, jessica threatens to kill me each time, but otherwise a pleasant afternoon.
i agree to stop singing the simon davies chant, and this makes her happy
it looks sunny enough, but it is about 30 degrees out, frost bite has blackened our extremities, but we force a smile for the tower bridge
lots of teeth, cute though eh? i would tell you where this is but i have no idea
look kids, there's big ben
she looks classy right? wine, scarf, londoner's jacket, but the wine "glass" is actually plastic. and the wine costs about $3.
i'm not really into beer or fried foods, fish chips etc. but somehow i fit in with my pint of cider.
Happy times at a pub called Hawley Arms. Apparently rock stars, other than me, hang out here. check out jessica's shoulders, damn...girl is buff.
one of the first things on the agenda as we arrive in scotland is to bid farewell to my beard. i want my clansmen to recognize me.
aye, edinburgh castle
i mourn my fallen brothers
aye, edinburgh castle again, probably the most beautiful parf of my trip, second only to Miss Brown
i am too shy to ask a stranger to take a picture, so we settle for extended arm style
