We Set Sail At First Light

My all important and rather scary meeting went surprisingly well - indeed, it probably couldn't have gone any better as I got a free bottle of water and the picture on my pass looked like someone had sliced both sides of my head off with an axe. Afterwards, I retired to The Angel, a boozer in Bermondsey where I partook in Samuel Smith's finest Alpine Lager. I met some interesting characters in the pub and mingled with many doggies too as we stood on the terrace, overlooking the Thames. A little girl told us how she was making soup by mixing leaves and Coca Cola together - apparently it was how it was done in the old days. I think she was lying.

After that, I met up with blueberrybadger , the bluest badger in the world. We retired to another pub (whose name escapes me suffice to say that Blueberry likes it) where we debated the political potatoes of the day, over cashew nuts and quiche. It was great catching up with him again and he gave me some very interesting insights into his wandering past. The quiche was a little steep though - by which I mean expensive rather than cut in an odd way. It would have made a good doorstop.

On the way home, we made our way back down Rotherhithe Street, which runs parallel to the River. Across it, we could see the imposing skyline created by Canary Wharf, which was lit up brightly and bestowing the smug glow of corporate evil over its subjects below. Or something like that. Either way, it looked bloody scary. We also saw a rather scary iron bridge that looked frightening in the pallor of the dying June sky. Apparently it was designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel.

Blueberry also told me about the history of the area as we walked past a myriad of interesting looking pubs (The Old Salt Yard, The Mayflower, The Clipper, The Blacksmiths Arms and one whose name escapes me) - the fact it was a former dockyard that was contaminated, and thus sold cheaply to developers by Margaret Thatcher, The Asbestos Lady. They completely gentrified it though and now, it is a very swanky and prosperous area. Think Rotherhithe and Bermondsey and you think Millwall and East End poverty - the reality is very much different.

When I got back, I had a weird Polish sausage meaty thing, cheese with mustard in and Marmite cheese for dinner. Although it sounds trite, the vast array of new and different food you can get in London is unlike anywhere else and I am having fun trying everything. And it makes for some tasty eating :-)

We Set Sail At First Light

My all important and rather scary meeting went surprisingly well - indeed, it probably couldn't have gone any better as I got a free bottle of water and the picture on my pass looked like someone had sliced both sides of my head off with an axe. Afterwards, I retired to The Angel, a boozer in Bermondsey where I partook in Samuel Smith's finest Alpine Lager. I met some interesting characters in the pub and mingled with many doggies too as we stood on the terrace, overlooking the Thames. A little girl told us how she was making soup by mixing leaves and Coca Cola together - apparently it was how it was done in the old days. I think she was lying.

After that, I met up with blueberrybadger , the bluest badger in the world. We retired to another pub (whose name escapes me suffice to say that Blueberry likes it) where we debated the political potatoes of the day, over cashew nuts and quiche. It was great catching up with him again and he gave me some very interesting insights into his wandering past. The quiche was a little steep though - by which I mean expensive rather than cut in an odd way. It would have made a good doorstop.

On the way home, we made our way back down Rotherhithe Street, which runs parallel to the River. Across it, we could see the imposing skyline created by Canary Wharf, which was lit up brightly and bestowing the smug glow of corporate evil over its subjects below. Or something like that. Either way, it looked bloody scary. We also saw a rather scary iron bridge that looked frightening in the pallor of the dying June sky. Apparently it was designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel.

Blueberry also told me about the history of the area as we walked past a myriad of interesting looking pubs (The Old Salt Yard, The Mayflower, The Clipper, The Blacksmiths Arms and one whose name escapes me) - the fact it was a former dockyard that was contaminated, and thus sold cheaply to developers by Margaret Thatcher, The Asbestos Lady. They completely gentrified it though and now, it is a very swanky and prosperous area. Think Rotherhithe and Bermondsey and you think Millwall and East End poverty - the reality is very much different.

When I got back, I had a weird Polish sausage meaty thing, cheese with mustard in and Marmite cheese for dinner. Although it sounds trite, the vast array of new and different food you can get in London is unlike anywhere else and I am having fun trying everything. And it makes for some tasty eating :-)