Andrew & Scott

So my bros came for a whirlwind 12 hour visit a few weeks back. I took the day of work and had them venture from heathrow (on the picadilly line toward cockfosters) to clapham. They dropped off a few necessities that i had requested from Australia - more of that later - and they complained about how cold it was, despite me trying to convince them otherwise by being in 'weather denial' and insisting i wear a tshirt.

After showing them my flat and other highlights of my area - our red reclining chair, the goon factory, the alley where 'fatz' was shot - we headed toward the common for a lovely pub lunch.



Then, in an attempt to at least do some small touristy thing we climbed the very creatively named 'monument'. Which is a monument dedicated to the great fire of london. 311 steps later, we saw a delightful vista of london. I can most definetly recommend this little climb, i can now see why they call it the "poor man's london eye". (For those who dont know, the london eye is a giant ferris wheel on the banks of the thames opposite big ben & westminster).




You will notice in these photos my new red manigan. That's a cardigan for a man, you see - MANigan. That's from my dear sister Kate. Thanks, its perfect for london's spring/summer weather. The warmth of a jumper, the protection of a jacket but with a convenience unparalleled in the knitwear department.

Following our walk (we got certificates to prove that we had done it too) - andrew is going to get mum to laminate it in the library. We walked along the river a bit and discussed that it wasn't actually that dirty, rivers are always brown. I convinced them of this point only to be confronted two days later by a newspaper headline "HEADLESS CORPSE FOUND IN THAMES." Anyway, we then headed up to camden for some afternoon drinking in the sun by the canal.




I introduced the boys to a new drink - Magners'. A bit like Strongbow, but less girly. Scott was quite taken with it and the decision was made to import the drink and exclusively sell them at the yacht club - they are the perfect afternoon on the lawn drink.



Camden is full of emos and goths. Here is one contemplating the world's peril and is apparently feeling emotional about how polar bears are loosing their igloo homes due to global warming.

After another meal i popped the boys onto the tube back to heathrow (heading away from cockfosters) and they flew back to australia. So yes, it was short and sweet, thanks for coming boys.