I ended up in East London again. I do love it.
The Gerkin always makes me smile. One, because it's shaped phallically. And two, it's called the Gerkin.
I bought flowers again. The giant white hydrangea got a bunch of stares.
In Shoreditch they were filming a movie. I watch the guy in the overcoat in the back walk up and down the street while a police car went back and forth to meet him. As glamourous as making movies sounds, it seems like there is a bunch of repetitive boring stuff. I didn't find out who they were or what they were filming.
I like how they made obsene graffiti for the set. What self respective graffiti artist or even just a plain hooligan, would writh that wanker line?
I found a garage with a few lunch stands in Shoreditch. Cool place with good, cheap eats.
I ate at Freebirds Burritos.
On the way home I posed myself with this strange looking portrait. I think it's suppose to be Sly Stallone.
If so, it's awful.
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Jen, you are never allowed to leave Bill alone for this period of time again. The blog content suffered terribly as did most of the UK evidently. There is now a move afoot to ban eating with stuffed animals. Bill must be blamed for this.
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