London V1
London is SO FUN when you're a tourist!
I argue that it's the best thing to be staying in a hotel in a city you know well. It's not intimidating, you're not stressed or feeling pressure that you haven't seen everything, and you know exactly where to go.
So Melvish blogged about the Cow and i actually was inspired enough to drag Stevie there for a quick Sunday lunch. Divine, i say.
There's no need to wax lyrical about the food. People like kopibren provide enough food porn for the blog readers. What's so weird is that i like eating whelks.
Whelks are like sea snails. They look like snails, but are crunchy like clams. You need to extract the buggers with long, sharp metal forks, and you twist the buggers out of their shells. Rather like real snails. Sometimes, the whelks are unevenly cooked, so some are more slimy than others.
You know, i am terrified of snails. I even blogged about it here. I just can't for the life of me understand why i am not terrified of eating them. I don't know why i'm not afraid to hold them up by their shells, extract them and eat them, boiled and salty. I don't understand why, when a living snail is sitting on my garden door, i can't open it, or if i manage to kick the door open, i run through it, afraid that it will detach itself and fall on my head. I don't understand when a slug somehow manages to break in and enter, i scream like a girl and summon Paraic from his hovel on the south side of Aberdeen to come and remove it. I don't understand this inconsistency. I don't like being inconsistent. i also don't like being helpless.
Maybe i'm not helpless, because in the end, i eat my enemy.
Anyway, back to the 'i love London theme, I went out tonight and had a blast! First, i walked over through Covent garden to meet Pedro, and we went to that Singaporean restaurant which is near Picadilly circus. Term, after 7 years of eating there i still don't know its name or where the hell it is. Sudz! HELP! Damn! so much for name dropping and trying to make people jealous! I even brought nky there, remember? I had the usual - Prawn mee soup with Kuey teow and Pedro had hokkien mee and we shared squid WITH blachan AND lady's finger. How all in one perfecto is that?
Then we went to see Monty Python's Spamalot. It's in its first run so we were lucky to have the original cast. What can i say? It was FUNNY. It made us all happy to be alive. The Americans on tour in front of us didn't understand why the entire audience starting singing along to 'Always look on the bright side of life'. So what? It's just crowd pleasing in the most non-patronising way.
There were two bits which were exceptionally funny! The first was the ballad of Brave Sir Robin- he of the 'raped nostrils'.
Just listen to them lyrics!
And the bit on the 'Book or Armaments'
I just wish you were there!
Now, Run away! Run away!
I argue that it's the best thing to be staying in a hotel in a city you know well. It's not intimidating, you're not stressed or feeling pressure that you haven't seen everything, and you know exactly where to go.
So Melvish blogged about the Cow and i actually was inspired enough to drag Stevie there for a quick Sunday lunch. Divine, i say.
There's no need to wax lyrical about the food. People like kopibren provide enough food porn for the blog readers. What's so weird is that i like eating whelks.
Whelks are like sea snails. They look like snails, but are crunchy like clams. You need to extract the buggers with long, sharp metal forks, and you twist the buggers out of their shells. Rather like real snails. Sometimes, the whelks are unevenly cooked, so some are more slimy than others.
You know, i am terrified of snails. I even blogged about it here. I just can't for the life of me understand why i am not terrified of eating them. I don't know why i'm not afraid to hold them up by their shells, extract them and eat them, boiled and salty. I don't understand why, when a living snail is sitting on my garden door, i can't open it, or if i manage to kick the door open, i run through it, afraid that it will detach itself and fall on my head. I don't understand when a slug somehow manages to break in and enter, i scream like a girl and summon Paraic from his hovel on the south side of Aberdeen to come and remove it. I don't understand this inconsistency. I don't like being inconsistent. i also don't like being helpless.
Maybe i'm not helpless, because in the end, i eat my enemy.
Anyway, back to the 'i love London theme, I went out tonight and had a blast! First, i walked over through Covent garden to meet Pedro, and we went to that Singaporean restaurant which is near Picadilly circus. Term, after 7 years of eating there i still don't know its name or where the hell it is. Sudz! HELP! Damn! so much for name dropping and trying to make people jealous! I even brought nky there, remember? I had the usual - Prawn mee soup with Kuey teow and Pedro had hokkien mee and we shared squid WITH blachan AND lady's finger. How all in one perfecto is that?
Then we went to see Monty Python's Spamalot. It's in its first run so we were lucky to have the original cast. What can i say? It was FUNNY. It made us all happy to be alive. The Americans on tour in front of us didn't understand why the entire audience starting singing along to 'Always look on the bright side of life'. So what? It's just crowd pleasing in the most non-patronising way.
There were two bits which were exceptionally funny! The first was the ballad of Brave Sir Robin- he of the 'raped nostrils'.
Just listen to them lyrics!
And the bit on the 'Book or Armaments'
I just wish you were there!
Now, Run away! Run away!