Saturday,
December 6, 1997 3:30 p.m., New Bond
Street, London.
Why am I here? Its not that New Bond Street
isnt about the most happening place in the
free world right now. Anyone with a
self-respecting net-worth is here Christmas
shopping. I, of course, do not have the same
level of self-respect as those toting around the
green and gold Harrods bags. I do have a diet
Coke from McDonalds.Popping
out of the Oxford Circus Underground stop is
overwhelming to the senses. Its cold and
the wind bites at the unprotected. There is
humanity, and a lot of it. The sidewalks are
rivers of shoppers, moving quickly. Slip into the
stream or get run over. Those are your options.
Once in the stream other things
become apparent. It is dusk it does get
dark early. White Christmas lights configured
into stars are strung with customary English
reserve across the street -- simple and
beautiful. Traffic moves surprisingly well.
Double Decker buses mix with Mercedes, Porches,
BMWs, and the occasional Alfa Romeao not
many Fords on New Bond Street. The sounds
of Christmas Carols float up from the
disabled-persons choir just inside the tube stop.
Occasionally, a bus will drown them out, but they
are resilient. I wish you a Merry Christmas, too.
There is a vendor roasting
chestnuts. One Pound Sterling for a small bag.
Business looks good. The Armani store is busy. If
clothes make the man, Armani makes MEN. A couple
of Bobbies (policeman) walk by. They dont
carry guns, but they do have very big sticks. You
never really think about crime here.
The river suddenly stops
moving. There are simply too many people and the
sidewalk ahead is too narrow. The mood is cordial
though. Italian, Spanish, German, Dutch, and
English voices mix pleasantly in the air. No
French, though. They arent much for
England. I think the feeling is mutual (to see
how the English feel about the French, watch
Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail).
10:00 p.m., Camden Town.
Camden Town is the heart of alternative-culture
London. During the day, Camden Market sports an
unbelievable variety of vendors and shops selling
an unbelievable array of things you will never
find in your parents house. Need a human skull?
How about a home body-piercing kit? Leather
underwear with studs your style? Its here
along with the people who tend to need
those kinds of accessories. This is not your
fathers craft market.
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New
This Week:
A couple of Jokes,
A couple of Photos, and
a page in the Archives.
Camden Town by night is not
substantially improved. Trash is strewn all over
the street. Packs of drunk ("pissed" is
the correct local term as in "He was
really pissed last night") English soccer
fans with equally pissed women shout past.
Strange thing about the English they are
perhaps the most polite people in the world, but
put a couple of pints of beer in them, and they
are loud, obnoxious, and quite aggressive.
Its a real Jeckel and Hyde thing.
Im waiting in a large,
completely packed pub named "Worlds
End." Im supposed to meet an Italian
friend, Luca (its Italian for Luke), and
his Slovakian girlfriend. They were supposed to
be here a half hour ago. Most of the patrons of
the "Worlds End" look as if the
world has already ended for them. Why am I here?
11:00 p.m., Great
Southeastern Railway Somewhere east of
London. Public transportation is a
wonderful thing. Im headed home on the
Southend Victoria the train that runs to
Brentwood my suburb. The great thing about
a well-developed public transportation system is
how convenient it is. For example, I can leave my
apartment, take a five minute walk to the train
station, buy a 7 pound 30 pence ticket that
allows me to ride the trains, subway, and buses
all day, and be in central London in 25 minutes.
From there, the Underground, or Tube, takes you
anywhere; No traffic hassles, no parking, just
jump on the Tube and go. I think the key to its
success is just about everyone uses it; Young,
old, rich and poor. And you never worry about
drinking and driving.
Monday, December 8, 1997, 9:30
p.m. I want to thank everyone for the nice words
about the website. I really do appreciate it. I
also want to say thanks for sending all of the
photos, jokes, etc. I have posted some today, and
will post more next week. Please keep them
coming.
Im listening to
"Its Good to be King" by Tom
Petty. One of the lines is "Its good
to have friends." It is good to have
friends; Some old and some new, but friends all
the same. I hope you have a terrific week and
keep checking out the site.
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