A Cowboy-boot wearing, 92-year-old, rock-n-roll-looking taxi driver with a face like a Catcher's mitt gave me an unsolicited tour of London after picking me up at Heathrow airport. That was the most expensive taxi ride of my life. He played dumb like he didn’t know how to get to where I was staying. Using my iPhone, I tracked his route versus the most efficient path to my apartment. Lets just say he took me down a few more one-way streets than necessary.
On my first day, I plugged my cell phone into the power outlet to charge, via a certified U.K. - U.S.A. adapter and blew the fuses in the apartment. ARGH!!
London is a clean town considering how populated it is and there aren’t many Police officers present, unlike NYC where you see them everywhere!
People MUST walk at a running speed (yet still walking) when anywhere near the London Underground. I considered stopping in the middle of the herd, then the thought of a lawn mower rifled through my mind. (I would be the blade of grass)
I realized that I struggle to like Modern Art after visiting the Tate Gallery. I kept hearing myself quietly say "fucking goddamnit! REALLY?" It just seems like a lot of Intellectual masturbation!
SHIT! It’s COLD here! Feels like it should snow; yet water still seems to fall.
People are not very social here. When you walk by Londoners, all eyeballs are down or straight ahead. Rarely do you get a "hello" or even the opportunity to offer up a "hello." Then, when you force them to pay attention to you, in my case it was a semi-aggressive “Hello!” with my face entering their personal space. All of a sudden Londoners become the most polite people on the planet. No joke! It’s all smiles and very polite behavior.
Word to the wise: Ralph Lauren gloves from Nordstrom’s are not worth a wooden nickel! My gloves are already ripping. LAME especially when it's colder than Witch's tit!
When you tip at a pub, you become a rare and exotic animal on exhibit. All the bartenders start staring, pointing and talking. I found out after the fact that I shouldn't tip at pubs, only at restaurants.
These people pack on to the train during the morning commute! I'll probably begin mutating based on all the DNA attached to me from so much human contact!
Had an epic dish of Pork Belly at the Old Dairy in London. Learned what Dukkah is, lots of crushed nuts - peanuts, almonds, hazelnuts, Etc. - mixed with herbs and spices. They added it to the salad. DEEE-LISH-EEE-OSO. Old Dairy = Cool gastro pub.