You know it's bad when it's 1am and you can't sleep (shh Charmaine). So here I am on the deep, thought-provoking labyrinth that we know to be the internet, hoping to inspire some wisdom into all you readers of my blog.

(Who am I kidding. I just want to wile the time away so I can bring myself to sleep and wake up to go to meet Jeremy in the library for IAC)

So here's the picture blog entry I promised. I hope it doesn't disappoint (and please keep it to yourself if it does).

I went to England somewhat eagerly hoping to see quite a few Lamborghinis. I was disappointed. Instead, I saw a host of other cars in the UK, seemingly more popular than the great Lambo created by a disgruntled Ferrari customer.

The Mini Cooper was most popular.

Then came the Audi TT. I like this car quite a bit actually. In fact, the British are quite into Audi's as well.

Saw a couple of Ferrari's too. Not the ones above of course. Those are too sexy to be on the road. YET.
Unfortunately, no Lamborghini's. Sore disappointment at that. The trip though, was quite good I must say. But I wonder if the sad disappointment above would ruin the mood of this post. It hasn't? Alrighty then, on we go.

I'd describe the UK in a few ways. Historical, cultural, old and full of churches, ruins, graves, scenery and flowers. Believe me it's not a place one would shop. For the first time, none of us felt like buying anything and everything we saw (we couldn't even if we wanted to anyway). The exchange rates get to everyone. It's really quite remarkable.

But there were many feelings I felt while on holiday in the great Empire.

I was aimed at,
on top of a wall,
piped at,
and boxed in, just to name a few.
But the greatest feeling of all was yet to come.
Boredom kicked in once we had seem one too many cathedral (believe me they all look the same) but it didn't come till the end, which was good.

One place which helped to kill the boredom momentarily was Madam Tussaud's. If you've been living under a rock and don't know what/where Madam Tussaud's is, then let me tell you. It's probably the biggest (if not the only) wax museum in the world.

Many celebrities and famous people get their full body portraits done in wax by Madam Tussaud's, and foolish tourists like us go in and make complete fools of ourselves by posing for pictures with them.

I have met with the Dalai Lama,
rubbed shoulders with Former China Premier Jiang Zemin,
and almost went over to Hitler's dark side.
I also caught scruvy from Jack Sparrow,
talked tactics with Jose Mourinho,
taught Jamie Oliver how to cook,
and even took time out to jam with the Beatles.

So I'd say this was a good holiday, wouldn't you?
-joshie