Yeah, so, we slept in ’til 11. We finally got our asses in gear and went to see that most touristy of attractions: the Tower of London. It was pricey (£29), and some of it was ok (lots of fun stone staircases to climb, some impressive jewels and weapons), but some terrible cheese too (like being herded past the jewels on conveyer belts like retarded lemmings). I guess every tourist is supposed to do it, and we got some good shots of the tower bridge, so all was not in vain.

We came back to the flat to relax for a bit before heading to Brixton. Some drinks at a dodgy pub, the concert (which I’ll be writing about on radioDan in the next couple of days), a quick tube ride from Brixton and we were home again. 24 hours from now we’ll be back in Toronto! Hard to believe…