Who are you trying to impress, South London?

I know that people say that people get stabbed here all the time. You may try and scare me, South London, but it isn't working.

After leaving Katie's place I took a wrong turn, which led me here:

How fun. I saw this being constructed in that Sherlock Holmes film. London, you need to do a better job at surprising me.

I ran back down to SE5 to freshen up before our Departmental Meetings. Had some genuine English breakfast at a Chinese restaurant too.

Bitching session:
In some ways England is hell for a germaphobe.
Example 1 - toilets (no picture because I'm not that nasty)
In order to flush it seems like you always have to really really push the knob as hard as possible. I usually prefer to flush with my shoe if at all possible, but I simply don't have the reserves to do that with these. Yes, I know I can wash my hands and I do, but I still have to touch that damned flusher.
There's only one example.

That night we (Havertwats + Johannah and her boyfriends friendlies) went down to the dreaded Brixton to see a show. Learned on the way that its completely legal to drink in public here. At the pub we ran into some crazy people.
The best was the lady with the puppy. CUTEST PUPPY IN A PUB EVER. As to be expected, though, the puppy left me. Puppies are all such tramps.
I then made probably the worst decision of my life. I'd like to call it "a stroll down Coldharbor lane at 3 AM." For those of you who don't know, Brixton was once home to a lovely activity known as "riots"
For the most part, I think things are a lot better there now, but my particular walk brought me through a particularly scary set of "council estates" aka public housing. I don't really know why I decided that the 70 pence or whatever for the bus would be unacceptable. So, I stuffed my face with McDonald's and started my 45 minute journey. Unfortunately I wasn't offered any drugs. I wasn't stabbed. Shame really.
Maybe I'll have a chance to run into the infamous "Brixton Boyz" sometime in the future, but that night the turf seemed to be fine with my presence.

Next was Westminster Abby, which means...TOURIST PHOTO MONTAGE!
Too bad it was closed.
Yes, Michele actually has no face. You've really outdown Snookie this time.
The damned weather also precluded our visit to Buckingham...or perhaps it was the allur of a local pub. Nevertheless, I trecked up to Camden Town to freshen up, bitch about people, and grab a bite to eat. When I heard that we were planning on going up to Camden Town I was a little bit excited, to be honest. I heard that they had my third favorite genre of people there en masse: dirty, nasty, rotten punk kids (First would be gays, of course, second favorite would be the cast of Jersey Shore).

The tube was beyond crowded. I also learned my first lesson about CCTV. Being a tourist and all, I decided to take an innocent shot of the massive crowds. Oops. Apparently that's a no-no, as I was informed by Big Brother loudspeaker man.

I'm still far behind, but, fuck it, I need to sleep. Good night.