Late Night Sausage and a Large Order of Chips

I'm in London. Hopefully in the next three months I'll figure something out that has boggled my mind for years. The United Kingdom includes England, Scotland, Northern Ireland, and Wales, which isn't its own...country? I am not quite sure I understand the situation.

British political science is the first class of the week, 9:30 Monday morning. My professor has a copious amount of hair protruding from the nose. I'm hoping to snap a picture of this soon. What does Dr. Bradshaw think when he looks in the mirror. I would think to buy a trimmer.

Since I made my first trip to the market, I have wanted black beans. Actually ever since Victor showed me how easy it is to make a burrito, I've wanted black beans. I may have found what I'm looking for. Wal-Mart has a UK subsidiary called ASDA. I'm willing to embark on an hour journey for black beans and blue cheese dressing. I can't find that either.

Tuesday morning 8:45:
Sergeant Gareth Dowling of the Metropolitan Police visited Madison House. We all learned something about the tube. He gave us some advice. If a man is touching you inappropriately, very loudly say, 'This man is touching me, tell him to stop touching me' I'll keep that in mind. On a more relevant topic. If you see a lonely back-pack, 'Be American, loud that is, Brits are shy and may not say anything'.

People love the United States. Yes, people do love the United States. The more people I meet, the more it is evident. Side note: I have always disagreed with the idea that someone can be obviously American. I was wrong, the way you walk let's the people know your different. Your shoes solidify the deal. But, people love the United States, you can tell by the smile that they have when they tell you where in the country they have been. I suppose that is a good thing. Shallow and ridiculous it may be, but a good thing.

There is another thing that I have pondered for years, in fact, my whole life. Which side of the sidewalk is the correct side? 'Should I go to the left or right?', that crosses my mind a lot from day to day. I never seem to make the right decision. In America, I decided that the right side is the correct side. That seems obvious, but it never seems to work. I'm a little fucked up now. The Brits drive on the left, stand on the right side of the escalator, but the dividers in the tube entrances make you walk on the left. Yet, people seem to walk down the middle of the sidewalk. Fuck.

Well, I started talking about class. I came to London to get out of the box for a bit. Throw myself a curveball, step away from numbers. I'm beginning to find that I'm not much of a artistic critic and I could never be a playwright. Other than that, things are great. My ego is taking a blow and that's probably a good thing.

Speaking of ego, we visited the Royal Exchange Thursday afternoon. The Royal Exchange is the old house of London's first stock exchange. The trading floor has been converted into a luxury shopping area. The sign reads luxury shopping. Inhabitants include Tiffany, De Beers, Cartier, Prada, and lots of Armani suits with a human filling. I think I live in the Land of Oz. The thought of not being able to afford anything around me does not cross my mind. The thought of being able to one day buy anything I want does. I'm either prepping my self for serious success, or a serious mid-life crisis. I'll take my chances.

Money isn't everything.
I love food.
There is a kebob restaurant on the corner of Tottenham and Oxford, which just happens to be the square that we all seem to pass every night we are drunk. A regular chip is £1.50. In this city, I thought that would be the equivalent to a McDonald's small. Wrong again. This was the largest portion of chips (fries) I have ever received into my custody in my entire life. No hyperbole. Needless to say I ate them all. I'll take a picture next time. Maybe I'll try the large for an extra 40p.
Food. Late night sausages. That sounds derogatory, it's not really. I have a feeling that I'll talk about them more, so I'll leave it at that.

Oxford in the morning.

Cheers