Saturday Shopping

Got up way to early - guess my body clock has still not set in. Woke Jeremy up and just bummed around in the morning (watchin cable). We left @ noon - lunch was chicken chilli @ "Chop Chop" .....local chinese noodle parlour. Amazin stuff.
Convent Garden area tubes were effected by the Terrorist attack, hence got down at Embankment. Did my first tourist snap there (standin out of the Phone Booth). Cheesy - but Jeremy insisted.
Took heaps of the neighbourhood - heaps of embassy and high commisions around. Later we reached Covent Garden..........shopping galour.
Covent Garden sits right in the heart London and is the centre for entertainment and leisure activities in the capital. Covent Garden's street entertainers, great restaurants and exciting bars make this the most vibrant area of the city. Theatreland surrounds Covent Garden, and for shoppers (read me) the area can coz serious damage to the wallet. Luckily, i returned unscathed. Evening, cought up with Kelly and Bridget @ Angel - different feelin meeting mates in another city. Went and had some turkish starters, washed down with Turkish beer and later we marched to this joint called "the living room". - Interesteing venue........with piano man and the toilet attendant (aweful experience - hate this pompous........am British, have money).
Travellin back from Angel was an experience - did the double decker, upstairs front row thing - reminded my of childhood joyrides in Bombay on the double decker.........but the dodgy bus driver was definately pushin the limits of power steering. Saw Trafalgore Square, Highbury, Ritz Carlton.
Cought the famous black cab from Sloane square - all in all quiet a touristy day.

Deals - United Kingdom Stlye.

I have just finished breakfast which, like most days, consisted of a curry of the day and beer, cosumed no earlier than midday. I'm sitting in a cafe in Fulham - 600 mts away from the Chelsea Footbal Stadium and a great rendition of I will allways Love you followed by some bitchin' Barry White has got me pumped up for the day. i reckon this album must have been plaing the English dressing room before the second ODI. Like every travellor should, I have with me a passport (mine), a Swiss army knife (not used yet), a Lonely Planet (used a bit), bottles of vodka. Goin shopping today, birthday comes up on next Saturday - gotta get some gear.Cheers

Postcard from London

Landed @ Heathrow around 1800 hrs. local time. Immigration was a breeze, (yanks, learn a lesson from ur so-called close allies). Temperature outside was 30 degrees, talk about "take the weather with you". The Tube is as shit as "local" trains in Bombay.....albeit those fuckers who hang outside the train. It was ironical - some of the small train stations could be easily mistaken for the ones in Bombay...............Amazin (guess, the Empire has to be given credit where it belongs). Ao, after walkin for miles, catching tube, interchanging to district line - reached Fulham (da airlines had offered chauffer driven service to the city..........Jeremy being unreliable again, didn’t know whether he was gonna turn up at airport.) The bachelor pad here in Fulham is awesome - the works! Got on drinkin as soon as I reached here (lets correct this, I myself text Jeremy, sayin get the ice ready, Vodka man arriving.) Hit the local pub for tonite - amazin.......its the 'down under bar' glorified brit style. They were playin songs which even my illegitimate children aren’t listenin to. (barnsey - or farnham - we’re not gonna sit in silence..............ohhhh ohhh - I was humming (read shouting) like there was no tomorrow.

Kinda enjoyed my first few hours - beer, weather the works.