Google Yourself

I set my Google alert to send me articles about my work.  I also set one for my own name.  (Jen thinks we should not use any last names on the blog so I've had to  bleep it out like a dirty word.)  You might think it vanity that I'm trolling the internet looking for myself, but it's really to see what kind of lives the Bill M*****'s of the world live.  I got this alert the other day

Chelimo repeats as UAA's athlete of the year

Read more here: http://www.adn.com/2014/04/25/3442597/chelimo-repeats-as-uaas-athlete.html?sp=/99/474/#storylink=cpy

Micah Chelimo, a four-time national champion who currently ranks among the 10 fastest college runners at two distances, took home the Bill M****** Athlete of the Year award Friday night, becoming the third person in history to be named UAA's top athlete twice.

Did you read that?  There is a Bill M***** Athlete of the Year award!  This is from the Anchorage News.
Jen, we're moving to Anchorage.  I'll be treated like a hero.
Here is the actual Anchorage Bill M******.  Good looking bloke.

It started me Googling my name some more and I found another Bill M***** who is a runner for the Bedford Hare and Hounds running club.  Bill posted some good times.  

Then I found this Bill M****

Bill trained in the Royal Air Force and graduated as a physiotherapist in 1969. He has served extensively at home and abroad in a variety of disciplines, including orthopaedics, intensive rehabilitation and sports injury management. He has been physiotherapist to the Singapore State XV, the England Rugby XV and a touring Wallabies side. He has also looked after a number of semi-professional soccer teams over the years and is currently a lecturer for the FA on sports injuries.

I found this picture of an Aussie runner.  Bill is the big guy, second on the right.
My namesakes are quite the runners!

I continued my search for Bill M****** and found an artist.

Read more here: http://www.adn.com/2014/04/25/3442597/chelimo-repeats-as-uaas-athlete.html?sp=/99/474/#storylink=cpy

Art surrounds us. From the first primitive drawings on the walls of caves to the latest in computer generated fractal imagery, art has been a part of our daily lives for millennia. We build great temples and museums and pack them to bursting with every kind of art imaginable. We adorn ourselves, our homes, and our graveyards with it. We watch art movies, read art books, and eat artistic birthday cakes. We print artistic images in our daily newspapers, on the sides of buses, on our paper cups, even on our underwear. It forms a definitive component of our very existence as much as breathing and eating. It has the power to elate us, fill us with awe and inspire us. It is the signature of, and testament to, the great creative spirit that flows through..........and connects......us all.

Maybe we should buy some of his art so he can buy himself a shirt.  And art on underwear?  Come on Bill, a little dignity please.

July 30 - Quiz Night!

Weak Sauce perfects mediocrity with 6th place out of 12.  We had a new face in our line up and a new do - -Ann Maria is sporting newly chopped locks and her friend Hilary (who we met the night we met Ann Maria) came along for the fun.

Some ladies from Alabama tried to help us at the start of the night.  Actually, they tried to help Bill.  I was sitting at the table but for some reason Bill couldn't be pried away from the bar.

Nero was at the pub again - - he was there a few weeks ago with his owner.  He didn't have any answers but he did have a few bites of my dinner.  (Fortunately his owner had a few answers and adopted us as his charity team for the night.)

Orchestra was there - Jules, Jerry, and Ollie.  We had too many people to make one team and there were no tables big enough where we could sit together.

Ok, enough of this faffin' about - let's get to the quiz.

Quis Questions:

What creatures did Prince George go to see on his first birthday?

What are the top 5 religions (other than Christianity) in Britain according to the last census?

What was the name of the actor who had a break out role in the movie 300?

What was the name of Knightrider's car?

Marie Curie named this chemical element after her home country.

Who wrote BFG?

Who wrote Black Beauty?

Who is from the planet Galifrey?

What type of fish was Nemo in Finding Nemo?

Time for acting class!

Since we've been coming here in January there has been a 200 GBP pot at the end of the night and Jules finally won it by knowing the colors of the Olympic rings!!!

Quiz Answers:

Butterflies

Islam, Hinduism, Buddism, Judaism, Sikhism

Gerard Butler

Kit

Polonium

Roald Dahl

Anna Sewell

Dr Who

Clown Fish

Scenes from a London Sunday

Lunch in a Soho restaurant garden.  It was 1:00 pm but we were the first ones there for the day.  That meant we got to pick the shady corner.  Sitting here it was so quiet - hard to believe that the busy street was just on the other side of the building.

We really liked the look of this little nook - so we booked it for next weekend when Doug and Marge are back in town with their friend Nicole.

I wanted to see the Virginia Woolf exhibit so we hit the Gallery….and I still want to see the Virginia Woolf exhibit because although we got in, the crowd made it difficult to read all the small captions on the photographs.  We skipped the details of her life and went right to the paintings but we were not allowed to take photos in that area of the museum. 

But there are plenty of other things to look at.

Bill loves a lumpy portrait.

We weren't supposed to take photographs in here either  - the portrait award gallery - but Bill loves to be a rule breaker.

STOP!  They said no photography!!!

For a brief moment I thought this guy was Michael Palin.  My heart started to race and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.  Bill mocked me saying he looks nothing like Michael Palin but I think this picture shows a hint of Palin.  Strangely he looks like he was meditating standing in the middle of the crowd but he wasn't.  He was doing a silly walk and singing the lumber jack song.

Phew - we made it out of the museum without an arrest.

Time for tea.

It's always time for a selfie.  That's Liberty in the background.

This Sunday was the last day they will close the traffic on Regent Street.  That's too bad because it's so damn crowded otherwise.  

From here we strolled home to eat left over Chinese food out on the picnic table.  Another weekend over in the blink of an eye.

Scenes from a London Saturday

Like most weekend days, we begin at the tube.  Today it was eastbound from Edgware Road Station.  

 In the west end, near the theater that has been playing The Mousetrap since 1952, there is a memorial statue for Agatha Christie.  It's been there since 2013 but somehow I've missed it for the past year. 

 Lunch…or should I say dejeuner since we went to a French cafe in Soho.

 Books books books….saw this great wall sculpture while I was on my book bench hunt.

 Gum and Butts -- A sitcom about two old men living as roommates in some decrepit apartment building?  (I love the name Prudent Passage too.)

 Wandering around Ted Baker while Bill is groomed…these are their changing cubicles.

 Working on my Fitbit steps...

 Bill, Shard, and Tower Bridge.

Future hairstyle for Bill?

Jen & St Paul's.

 Urban swimming pool.

Why do weekend days go so quickly when week days can drag on forever?  

Bill is Back…And More Book Benches!!

Ok, first things first - - Bill is back in London Town.  Celebratory dinner at the Duke of Kendal pub.

 Saturday I hunted down several more book benches on the City Trail.    

This one is Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby. Since it's a book about football, most Americans are more familiar with the baseball movie version with my personal friend Jimmy Fallon and Drew Barrymore.

 In the same park was Peter Pan.  I have to amend by last book bench post….it turns out that the bench I thought was Peter Pan was really just a generic JM Barrie bench.  That explains the lack of Pan-ness.  This is the one all about Peter.

 These benches were right by of one of my favorite London landmarks - St Paul's Cathedral.

 As was this one of course - Mary Poppins.  Feed the birds - tuppence a bag!

Bridget Jones.

 Charles Dickens.

 I love a beheading!  Especially when someone holds the severed head by the hair.  

 On today's book walk there were a lot more people sitting on the benches.  There are signs next to the benches explaining that they are art - not seats.  But people don't read.   There was a woman on the Bridget Jones bench who sat there defiantly while a crowd of people were gathered - all of us wondering why she wasn't noticing us and getting the hell off the bench. Another woman finally asked her to move and we all swarmed in like paparazzi on a celebrity with a wardrobe malfunction.

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This woman didn't seem to notice that I was shooting her bench so I finally had to ask her to move as well but she was very gracious about it.  I haven't read Brick Lane although I have it in my TBR.

This seemed like an odd place for a bench.

 This was the Wisden Cricketer's Almanac.  I haven't read that either and it's not in my TBR.

 Where was Bill during all this you might ask? 

At Ted Baker Grooming being pampered.

 Coincidentally he is currently reading Fever Pitch.  So we had to go back for a quick photo op (Since I complaned about this earlier I want to add that he was off the bench in a matter of seconds!)

It's great to have Bill back - especially now that he is groomed.