I just flew back from London, and boy are my arms tired. (Almost as tired as that joke.)
Anyway. London was fantastic.
After arriving in London, the first thing I did was buy a long distance card. Then I phoned The Mouse and told him that I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand, walking through the streets of Soho in the rain.
He replied, "Ah-oooh! Werewolves go to London."
For those who are Zevon-impaired, this is what we're talking about:
Werewolves of London (or, as The Mouse calls it, Werewolves Go To London) is still in his top-5, although the Dance Like A Monkey has recently taken over the #1 spot. I posted that video last time, so I'll not do it...
Ah, screw it. Here's Dance Like A Monkey...
Where was I? Oh yeah, London. Right...
Didn't actually see a werewolf, but I did see many nice people. The CWA folks were very kind, the beer was great, and I even bought a Barbour wax cotton raincoat. Like this. Always wanted one. They're on sale at the Chelsea store right now for only 80 pounds, so rush right down.
I rode around the Underground a lot. London has an excellent subway system. And maybe it's my inner 10-year-old, but I giggled every time they announced "this is the train to Cockfosters."
Tried to find a Cockfosters t-shirt, but had to settle for MIND THE GAP. Next time, I'm not leaving without a Cockfosters t-shirt.
The lovely Catherine Burke (senior editor at Mira UK) and I had "a spot of afternoon tea" at this place. The scones were outta sight.
I stopped for a drink at the Rivoli Bar in the Ritz hotel. Took a seat in the back corner and ordered a Salty Dog. The waiter didn't know what that was. I said, "A Greyhound with a salted rim." He said, "Greyhound?" I said, "Vodka, grapefruit juice, ice. Salted rim." He looked askance, said, "Salt on the rim of the glass?"
Then he told me to put my jacket back on.
Werewolf in London.