lotsa fun, eh?: DAY ONE

Arrived the first morning at 10am their time; (5am with no sleep on the plane). Kathryn picked me up and drove me to their house: cup of tea, then slept for two hours. By the time we left, walked to the train station through the English countryside (I kept thinking: “It's just like on TV – that Midsummer murder show – and in fact they film some episodes there) – it was getting on in the day, and we still had the ride into London. I got to my first sightseeing spot – Big Ben and Westminster Abbey, but it was dark by then, and after seeing the abbey marvels, I had to eat. First things first.

Eleven pounds for fish and chips!!! And no cole slaw! - that's $20 bloody dollars! But I'm on holiday...., so I pay and attack the tour again:

“Frith Street? Yah, turn left at the corner” “Right”, I answer. (No, left, ha ha). But the joke really is that at the end of the street, there exists not a corner at all, but a seething circle of vehicles and people, and off the circle are tentacles going in every direction possible. 'Left' could be a choice of four or five avenues. Must be the Roman model. So, I am left to my 'roamin', never finding what I seek, but discovering lots on the way (Hey, is this symbolic? Am I deep? Or simply lost, as usual?) In any case, for a first visit ever to this city, and in the dark, I'm doing alright. Wandering on the convoluted streets, I finally found Ronnie Scott's famous jazz club. Unfortunately, a musician I didn't really want to see playing both nights I was there. The upstairs jam started too late for me, especially when I only wanted to sing, so I just took a few pictures, and went home.