Turns out a guy sliced off his penis in the restaurant I ate in the other night.
Glad I ordered pasta without meatballs.
London reminds me of a Paris/Boston hybrid. There is cobblestone everywhere, but everyone is smoking butts and drinking rosé.
I'm wandering the streets of Westminster after dark and al fresco dining is chic.
It's a warm summer night and the blokes are cruising in their tight shirts and soccer mentality.
And those damn black cabs have no conscience.
Only in London...
Careful of the cabs!
Posted by: Frogger | July 24, 2008 at 05:01 PM
Frogger - I'm quick.
Posted by: Dan | July 24, 2008 at 07:09 PM
I don't know about you, but as smart as I am I cannot get used to looking the OTHER way before crossing the street to avoid the cabs flying around the corner. Quick you may be... but after a few glasses of wine, a clear thought is actually required to avoid being run over!
Posted by: Frogger | July 24, 2008 at 09:28 PM
I cannot bring myself to click the 'sliced off penis" link.
Sounds like another gostse. :p
Posted by: Cyn | July 25, 2008 at 07:24 PM