My scoundrelish ways have me now well and truly over museums, churches and bloody tourists. A couple of pints is all I want to see when I arrive in a new city and fortunately my first day and a half in London has provided this.
As someone who will be spending a lot of time with the liar and the hammer in coming weeks I have decided to keep myself separated from them wherever I've found it necessary for my own safety and their sanity (or found I wanted something different). As such my story will be running parallel as well as intersecting (which I know is impossible geometrically) with the others for the next six weeks.
In any event it appears I have been distracted by shiny things. My first day in London was spent enjoying the Tate Modern and in the hustle and bustle of Oxford Circus. That and chipping a molar tooth and battling the tube. All in all, I'd say that I broke even in my battle with London. Furthermore I have bought enough pants to see me through for the next four years.
Photos may arrive one day but until I can post them our avid readers will have to content themselves with the stick figures that my words can paint in their minds.
-The Scoundrel
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