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.