I forgot about these pictures. I took them of some early-morning infomercial. I’m pretty sure they’re an indication of just how koo koo bananas society’s become.

Hey, Zoilus linked me. That’s pretty cool. Granted, there’re roughly 80,000 links on that page, but still…

Cool. Google makes it easier to do currency conversions.

Just checking the movie listings now that I’m back in town…Saving Face hit theatres here in Toronto last week. You should really go check it out.

“I had shoes like that during the revolution!”

Jesus. As all news agencies are now reporting, London’s been hit with a series of bomb attacks. Obviously we’re home and safe. I spoke with my brother; he and his girlfriend are safe as well.

The more I think about this, the shakier I feel. I was at or very near some of those stations just two days ago. In fact, yesterday as we were leaving my wife said she wished we were staying for a few extra days, in part to celebrate the city winning the 2012 Olympics.

Stay tough, London. We’re thinking of you.

We’re home. All went smoothly with the return flight. Now we’re just trying to stay awake long enough to get our bodies back on eastern time.

Steps 1, 2 and 3 down. The walk to the tube and through Victoria station carrying two giant suitcases (Nellie overpacked) wasn’t the funnest, but the Gatwick express train was pretty sweet and the check-in took seconds. Some fast food and magazines before going through security; we learned from our Vienna flight and bypassed the security queue for the lone guy over in the corner. Fastest, friendliest security check ever.

So now we’re just waiting to board.I have two diverse magazines (The Economist and GQ) to occupy me, and my Nomad to entertain me. S’go!!

We’re about to enter the home stretch now. Here’s the plan: short walk to tube station, tube to Victoria station, express train to Gatwick, flight to Toronto, taxi home. Somewhere in there is a lot of waiting before our flight, as well as at the luggage carousel. I reckon the whole trip should last about 13 hours.

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…