Woke up to the first snowfall of the year! ❄️ The leaves haven’t even finished falling yet…
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This is really nice, and it’s going to save me a few bucks each month running @RoaldDahlFans! 😍 https://t.co/3shh1WhGan
Honestly @nbc, you know what I’d be really thankful for? If you provided some legit way for American expats overseas to watch the Thanksgiving Parade. It’s bad enough to miss my family and pumpkin pies and everything else, but I’d really love to at least see the balloons. 😢
RT @alyankovic: Just catching up on some emails this morning. https://t.co/RPwp3EMmt6
Celebrating the way our Pilgrim forefathers did! ❤️🍕#happythanksgivng @ Munich, Germany https://t.co/kmUnP1KShx
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Restaurateur just BLEW MY MIND. I’ve been saying it wrong my whole life. 😳 https://t.co/niAKTtwwd7
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I am available for this Writers’ Room. https://t.co/yfk01TJLua
@The_McJones Should’ve put scare quotes around “artists” too.
@voltagex We saw an exhibit of Australian art at the Tate Modern last week that had specific signage about the carbon impact. They took pains to be as efficient as possible and ran the exhibit longer than usual to get more benefit out of it.
@eevblog As someone in a country where cases are skyrocketing and we are facing another lockdown because idiots won’t get their shots, I couldn’t disagree more. Dangling carrots and appealing to people to be less selfish hasn’t worked.
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Visiting London and Wales
Not long after we got to Munich, I saw an ad on Facebook for the West End theatrical production of Neil Gaiman’s book The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I bought the book back in 2014 and we both read it and loved it. I knew that the play had received rave reviews when it opened at the National Theatre a few years back, and it seemed like a great opportunity for a trip back to London to reunite with some of our friends. I decided to play it very safe and buy tickets for a full year in the future, hoping that by then we’d be able to safely travel there and see it. I splurged and got really nice tickets for November 2021 (for our wedding anniversary), and we booked our flights and hoped things would work out. Thankfully, for the most part it did!
The UK had famously dropped most Covid restrictions by the end of 2021, and Omicron hadn’t yet hit. We still had to show our vaccination passes, and there was a requirement that visitors had to take a Covid test within 2 days of arriving. We pre-booked our tests for pickup at the airport and managed to collect them in Heathrow without too much trouble. We caught the Heathrow Express to Paddington and then walked to our hotel, the Park Grand Lancaster Gate.
We deliberately chose the hotel because it was so close to where we had both first lived in London. In fact, it was just up the street from where I had lived as a student (and later RA) for the Notre Dame London Program. The old digs had been done up a bit posher than I remembered.
This was an incredibly special place to visit – The Leinster Arms. This was my local pub as a student, and it’s where I had my first ever pint in London. I spent so many hours (and quid!) there with my friends when I was a student. I used to have dreams where I was back in this pub. We went straight there, and I was shocked to see how upmarket it is these days. (The London in my mind is perpetually 1999.) It was clean and refurbished, and full of nice-looking couples (rather than feral uni students). My beloved dartboard was gone (as was the dodgy jukebox – which had been affixed to the wall right behind where I’m standing here), but on the upside, the taps were full of local craft brews.
The bartender kindly let us know that a table had opened up in the front room, so we finished our beers there. We were about six feet from the spot where we had one of our first dates, nearly 22 years before! Most of the patrons were watching a rugby game on TV – Australia vs. England. “Do you think I’ll get beat up if I cheer for Australia?” the Snook asked. “Best not risk it.”
We walked over to Queensway to check out the neighbourhood, and I was sad to see that the Gooch (another pub) had closed since we last visited in 2016. The Snook was reminiscing about his first address in London, a dodgy backpackers nearby that he had stayed in with his mate Steve. Queensway wasn’t quite as feral as we remembered, and many of the tourist shops seemed to be gone. Whiteleys (the shopping center) is undergoing some massive refurbishment. Queensway Tube Station felt the same as always though, with that weird elevator entrance, but it was nice to be able to swipe in/out with my iPhone. We caught the Central line to Tottenham Court Road as we had a very special person to meet…
Alex! He looks exactly the same, though the salt-and-pepper hair is all white these days. We both met Alex at the same time when was assigned to the “madaboutwine.co.uk” team with us back in 1999, and he eventually ended up rooming with Rodd in Harlesden before the three of us got a share house in Hammersmith. Now he’s married with a wife and kids out in the suburbs, but he kindly came in to town for a bit of a pub crawl with us…
We spent a few hours together getting reacquainted with Soho, Covent Garden, and Seven Dials. It all felt very Christmassy and festive. The number of people out and about was truly shocking through. Not just in a “don’t they know there’s a pandemic happening?” kind of way, but in a “this is way more people than I ever remember seeing here on a random Friday night before” way. And what’s with the “pedi-cabs” in London these days? There were heaps of bicycle taxis decked out with lights blaring doof-doof music at every turn.
We ended the night as one usually does, having a late night feed in Chinatown. The food and the company were excellent.
We parted from Alex at Picadilly Circus at midnight. It was so lovely to see him. ❤️
We walked back up Regent Street, peeking in the shop windows. Hamleys had a lovely Harry Potter themed display set up! We finally caught a taxi back to our hotel before retiring for the night.
We were both feeling a bit seedy the next day after such a big night, so there was only one thing for it – a full English breakfast. We found Sheila’s Cafe nearby that more than did the trick. Once fortified, we headed back towards Covent Garden for our next rendezvous…
Steve! This is the Aussie who dragged Rodd to London in the first place, who crashed with him in the dodgy backpackers and then in the bedsit in Harlesden, and who we once memorably visited while he was bartending at a remote hotel on Loch Lomond. Steve and his wife Kate have been living with their kids in England for many years now, so it was a real treat to get to catch up with him. ❤️ And then a few hours later it was time for…
Ben! Aka Wee Ben, aka the Ferret. Ben is actually the reason I have this silly domain name in the first place, as he first dubbed me the “web goddess” (in a thick Glaswegian accent) way back in 2000. He looks exactly the same. We tramped around the city with him and had dinner at a Mexican restaurant. He and Rodd reminisced about visiting dodgy computer markets together. It was nice. ❤️
Honestly, I love the Tube. It’s always filthy and you wonder how this Victorian marvel keeps hanging in there, but I love it.
The next morning we headed out for a walk through Hyde Park. I was looking for a very particular bench dedicated to Rudolf Steiner near the Serpentine. It was a spot that I had loved visiting as a student, and Rodd and I once had a picnic on the grass nearby not long after we started dating. (We found the bench. He’s still just as cute.)
“The Arch” by Henry Moore. We both remembered seeing the large version in Columbus, Indiana when we visited in 2019, but neither of us remembered this one in London. (Turns out it’s because it was taken down in 1996 and only put back up in 2012.)
As we neared the Serpentine Bridge, we heard the sound of hooves. It was a long mounted horse guard trooping past! No idea why, but it was fun to watch.
We exited the park near the Royal Albert Hall, stopping to check out the Albert Memorial. After the West End crowds on the weekend, the park felt strangely empty of tourists.
We headed to the nearest Tube Station and headed towards the City of London, where we split up for a few hours.
I had a boozy lunch with my AWS colleagues Iliyana and Isabel…
…and then swung past St. Paul’s on my way towards the river.
I crossed the Thames at the Millennium Bridge. (It’s nice that they repaired it after the Death Eaters destroyed it!)
Looking east, I could see all the way to Tower Bridge, with the massive Shard dominating the skyline.
My destination was just on the other side of the river though – the Tate Modern.
And there, waiting on the Thames foreshore, was a very smartly dressed Mr. Snook…
…who had been off having some manscaping done at a posh Bankside barber. Look at that beard shaping! 😍
Time to go see some art.
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@LauraJHyatt Gross. 🙁
RT @broccoli161: ich möchte mich vergraben vor cringe https://t.co/AiW6FHh1OC
RT @BudrykZack: Theater kids at
15: The characters in RENT shouldn’t have to pay rent!
20: Of course the characters in RENT should have to…
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The photo at the top of this story captures the exact moment I started weeping in the theatre. https://t.co/v9qqajiTH7
TFW you pick the cafe in London with the Spanish name and it turns out to be run by Australians. 😂 ❤️🦘 https://t.co/SFyCwquftT
@mage0r Wow! Well, I think Abuelo in London has about a dozen of ‘em.
@MrMitchHenson First proper brekkie roll I’ve had on over a year!
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Back home in Munich and celebrating 14 years of married adventures with a special gin from our friends @diepdin and Clare. “Rhamanta” is the old Welsh custom of divining who your partner will be for life. Appropriate. ❤️
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These stories have literally been written every year for the past 20. Can we put the granny knitter trope to bed yet? 🙄 https://t.co/QVIt5en1ha
We made a special pilgrimage to the Belstaff store so he could try on the Milford (aka the Sherlock coat). 😍 Strongly tempted, but he’s worried he won’t get much wear out of it in Sydney… https://t.co/5If7O4ljGs
After more than a year of waiting, we finally saw @OceanWestEnd today. I loved it, and there were images that will stay with me a long time. I wept the entire last 30min, which were beautiful and sad and scary and cathartic. Thank you to @neilhimself and the cast & crew. 🌊😭❤️ https://t.co/DBGEkqYcpk
Pisces buddies!!