Sunday 11th July Day 17
Some tight arse had not selected the breakfast option when booking the hotel on line and we would have to do without our morning wheelbarrow of pig fat.
Kathy guided us through a maze of streets to Portobello Road which had lots of interesting shops and a pub that sold breakfast.......a dangerous, and yet enjoyable way to start the day. Eggs Benedict and pilsner urquell go down a treat for brunch. We’ll worry about the coffee later.
After Portobello Road we walked through Kensington Gardens/Hyde Park to speakers corner where we were pleasantly entertained by the local loonies of the day. After a couple of hours we moved on to Harrods. I couldn’t find anything I wanted at all. Kathy and Morgan managed to fare much better.
Due to the streets around Harrods grinding to gridlock soon after closing, we decided to walk back through Hyde Park/Kensington Gardens to our hotel stopping on the way for dinner at an Italian restaurant. We found pizza and beer and I was happy.
We saw Shane Watson in Kensington Gardens and Morgan may have wet herself with excitement. Daniel might have as well.
Monday 12th July Day 18
Awoke to another day sans pork fat. I can actually feel my arteries beginning to unclog.
We’d had enough of the girls and their shopping, so we tubed them off to Heathrow for a non stop flight to Toronto.
I took Daniel on a tour of my old haunts around London, whilst explaining responsible drinking to him.
Tuesday 13th July Day 19
Another pig free day.
After a series of London Underground challenges, we made our way to Lords cricket ground for the first Test between Pakistan and Australia. The weather swung between cold and miserable with occasional showers. Ponting let us down by getting out cheaply.
Interesting, they let eskies with grog into Lords but confiscated Daniels Australian flag.
After the cricket we returned to the hotel to “freshen up” which consisted of Daniel saying “are you ready yet? Come on, it’s time to go. We’re going to be late”. Then made another confusing series of tube connections to the KOKO where we lounged around for a couple of hours before the Hill Top Hoods came on. Daniel was fully stoked and spent the entire show in the mosh pit. I had a couple of quiet beers with myself somewhere at the back where the volume only hurt my chest a little bit. Man, what potty mouths. I guess that’s the kind of language that Adelaide people grow up accustomed with.
We finished with an evening meal at Macca’s at 1AM.
Wednesday 14th July Day 20
Off to the cricket for day 2.
A triple bacon ciabiatta did the trick. Artery walls back to an acceptable thickness. Daniel outsmarted the security guards by wearing his Australian flag singlet into the ground. You just knew they wanted to “look after it” for him. Watto had a day out bagging 5. Ponting let us down by scoring a duck.
Whilst most of the time watching the cricket on both days consisted of us sitting in the stands watching Katich blocking balls, out of the 24 wickets that fell over the 2 days, I managed to miss 8 of them due to being at the bar. 7 of the wickets I missed were Australian which led Daniel to believe that somehow I was jinxing them and therefore choosing beer over the Australian cricket team. After a while, I felt unpatriotic just going for a wee.
I uncovered Daniels stash of contraband lifted from previous hotels and while I can understand the shampoos, I find the shoeshine and shower caps perplexing. He says the bra is one that Morgan forgot. I am currently practicing answers that will inevitably be asked at customs.
Back at the hotel I set about unburdening ourselves of any containers of liquids above 100mls in preparation of the flight tomorrow.
Some tight arse had not selected the breakfast option when booking the hotel on line and we would have to do without our morning wheelbarrow of pig fat.
Kathy guided us through a maze of streets to Portobello Road which had lots of interesting shops and a pub that sold breakfast.......a dangerous, and yet enjoyable way to start the day. Eggs Benedict and pilsner urquell go down a treat for brunch. We’ll worry about the coffee later.
After Portobello Road we walked through Kensington Gardens/Hyde Park to speakers corner where we were pleasantly entertained by the local loonies of the day. After a couple of hours we moved on to Harrods. I couldn’t find anything I wanted at all. Kathy and Morgan managed to fare much better.
Due to the streets around Harrods grinding to gridlock soon after closing, we decided to walk back through Hyde Park/Kensington Gardens to our hotel stopping on the way for dinner at an Italian restaurant. We found pizza and beer and I was happy.
We saw Shane Watson in Kensington Gardens and Morgan may have wet herself with excitement. Daniel might have as well.
Monday 12th July Day 18
Awoke to another day sans pork fat. I can actually feel my arteries beginning to unclog.
We’d had enough of the girls and their shopping, so we tubed them off to Heathrow for a non stop flight to Toronto.
I took Daniel on a tour of my old haunts around London, whilst explaining responsible drinking to him.
Tuesday 13th July Day 19
Another pig free day.
After a series of London Underground challenges, we made our way to Lords cricket ground for the first Test between Pakistan and Australia. The weather swung between cold and miserable with occasional showers. Ponting let us down by getting out cheaply.
Interesting, they let eskies with grog into Lords but confiscated Daniels Australian flag.
After the cricket we returned to the hotel to “freshen up” which consisted of Daniel saying “are you ready yet? Come on, it’s time to go. We’re going to be late”. Then made another confusing series of tube connections to the KOKO where we lounged around for a couple of hours before the Hill Top Hoods came on. Daniel was fully stoked and spent the entire show in the mosh pit. I had a couple of quiet beers with myself somewhere at the back where the volume only hurt my chest a little bit. Man, what potty mouths. I guess that’s the kind of language that Adelaide people grow up accustomed with.
We finished with an evening meal at Macca’s at 1AM.
Wednesday 14th July Day 20
Off to the cricket for day 2.
A triple bacon ciabiatta did the trick. Artery walls back to an acceptable thickness. Daniel outsmarted the security guards by wearing his Australian flag singlet into the ground. You just knew they wanted to “look after it” for him. Watto had a day out bagging 5. Ponting let us down by scoring a duck.
Whilst most of the time watching the cricket on both days consisted of us sitting in the stands watching Katich blocking balls, out of the 24 wickets that fell over the 2 days, I managed to miss 8 of them due to being at the bar. 7 of the wickets I missed were Australian which led Daniel to believe that somehow I was jinxing them and therefore choosing beer over the Australian cricket team. After a while, I felt unpatriotic just going for a wee.
I uncovered Daniels stash of contraband lifted from previous hotels and while I can understand the shampoos, I find the shoeshine and shower caps perplexing. He says the bra is one that Morgan forgot. I am currently practicing answers that will inevitably be asked at customs.
Back at the hotel I set about unburdening ourselves of any containers of liquids above 100mls in preparation of the flight tomorrow.
You guys are hilarious - love reading your adventures - Glen, you certainly have your Mum's talent for writing. Remind yourselves every day how lucky you are to be sharing this trip, keep safe - lots of love, Kitty, David & Blake xxx
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