Air Travel and London Town

Arrived in Heathrow yesterday after a harrowing nine hour flight. Naturally, I was seated in front of a whiny little kid who slept only when I was awake, and screamed like a banshee only when I was asleep. To top this off, he seemed to know that I was still recovering from injury, as he continually woke me from slumber with a good boot to the kidney. When I turned around to ask him to desist, he grimaced at me like the escaped denizen of some sort of hell. Not the bigtop, center stage Hell; more like a hell populated by snotty, generally annoying demons who natter on about wanted a diaper when they are clearly two or three years old and should be able to use a proper toilet. Not that an airplane restroom can really be classified as "proper".

Anyway. From what I've seem of London so far it is big and filled with tiny vehicles that insist on going in the opposite direction and attempting to run my ass over. Robyn is decidedly jetlagged and is sleeping it off. As soon as I get bored of this exercise in self masturbation and decide to wake her up, we are going downtown to see all the standard London sights. There may be pictures tomorrow, if I can figure out how to upload them to this computer.

Oh yeah, if Marq is reading this, I was unable to find any lucimaid (sp?) at Heathrow, but since we have a four hour layover on the way back, I will definitely hunt some down and drink it in your honor.

Here's hoping I don't get beat up by soccer hooligans before I can write another post.

Will