Park sex, Punk Rock and the City of Brotherly Love (and hate) PT.1

It’s Monday nite as I sit and write this…Friday, Saturday, and Sunday have come and gone without me writing about them. That being said, this post will probably be a let down. The good news for you, faithful readers, is that Glenn will also be filling in the gaps, and he’s a much better writer than I. Besides that, he’ll also show you the touristy stuff, so I’ll try to show you some of the things that I found interesting…the real London. My apologies for the lameness of the following….

Friday was the day that we both blew our wake up time. We were supposed to be in some nerdy class that Glenn registered us for, but we never made it. So instead we went to Buckingham Palace. Buckingham itself was kind of lame (sorry Shareen, I know that your British president lives there) but the walk to the palace turned out to be pretty interesting. Turns out, that in London, it is completely appropriate to make love in public parks. No kidding. This is what we saw on our walk through St. James Park on our way to the palace:



These two started going at it right there in front of us. They did not care that the kids in the park could see them or that I had a camera on them the whole time. Didn’t matter. It was time to get down. Brown chicken brown cow.

We continued on to the palace and wrestled our way through the crowds just in time to see people yelled at by the Bobbies and the changing of the guards. The changing of the guards was cool, but it was soooooooo loooooong. It seemed like every jerk in London was trying their hardest to body check their way closer so they could get a view of what was going on or to get their chance to breathe thier hot breath down my neck. Turned out all we could see was this:















Glad I was almost crushed to death for that.







Meanest cop ever.

As we started to leave I heard two notes of a refrain I had heard many, many times before. I said, “Dude, Glenn, I think they’re playing Star Wars.” He looked at me, like he has so many times on this trip, and just shook his head. But, believe it or not, they were playing Star Wars.
(Check Glenns post for the video) Turns out that the Queen is a huge sci-fi nerd. Not long after the band started to jam the theme song from a galaxy far, far, away the Queen came out in her wookie suit, did the wookie wave and started to sign autographs. She also said that she’d be in Louisville for Wonderfest next month and gave me her number saying she’d like to have a pint with me while discussing which was the better British actor: Peter Cushing or Christopher Lee. I’m looking forward to it. She seemed like a really nice old lady.

Afterwards we back tracked through the park and…guess what? That couple was still going at it! A whole hour had gone by and they were still groping each other for the world to see.



Go for what you know bro! Nice!

(As we discovered later, this is acceptable behavior. Seriously, these were only the first couple that we discovered shared a love for public exhibition. We saw at, at least, 3 more couples doing the same thing.)

Then it was on to Piccadilly for some shopping. We had some Malaysian food and saw this:



‘nuff said.

After ward we got on like five trains that took us to the far side of London so I could buy my dad a Harley shirt. (Love ya’ dad.)





























I can’t remember what this area was called, I just know that I will thank God daily for sparing our lives. I’m sure that this area was crawling with the crazies that Glenn is so preoccupied with.

As scary as this place was, we also saw another Ferrari. Over the next few days my tally would eventually come to this:

Ferrari: 4
Lamborghini:1
Bugatti:1
Rolls:1
Lotus:1
Smart cars: Like 100 or something
Cabs with my name misspelled:1















A note to my faithful readers: My apologies for the lack of substance/humor/intelligent observation in today's two part post. I'm behind and trying to catch up. Glenn's getting hungry so were off to eat. I'll get part 2 up later.