god save the queen
Well, I'm going to have another go at it, mainly because I have to get away from my suffocating mother and I've found a much better locale to post from.
Yankee Observations
1. It appears that London as a city doesn't come out in favor of the public waste receptacle. I produce an equal amount of trash as I do back in the states, but there simply aren't garbage cans in the world. There aren't any in the mall, and there aren't any on the street, and there aren't any in the shops. My mother and I have taken to simply leaving our trash in conspicuous places in the hopes that it will be taken care of by someone that knows what's up. Carrying an empty Starbucks cup all over the city really sucks.
2. Our hotel room is something else. The ceiling is really high; higher than the ceiling in my house. It's the sort of ceiling that makes you want to throw a ball up into it, and it's cool to lay in bed and stare up at it. I wish I was here with Bill, because then we could toss a ball from one bed to the other.
3. British television is some kind of monster. Of our hotel's 15 channels, a full pair of them are dedicated solely to pornography. We get as much pornography as we do news and sports. The British have also done something cool with the cooking show, a genre that they appear to love. They combine cooking with human interest, notably in a show called something like, The Taste of My Life, which is like combining cooking with Inside the Actor's Studio. The episode I watched was with the man who I believe was in The Pink Panther, and it was fricking awesome.
4. Brits utilize coins beautifully. Instead of notes for single pounds, as we have for dollars, they have coins for pounds and a coin that's worth two pounds. It's a system that's ten times better than ours, and I love it. The bills take a little warming, but I'm beginning to like them as well. Hopefully us Yanks can learn and adopt a mainstream dollar coin.
5. Harrods is the most amazing store I've ever been inside. It has seven humongous floors, all of them featuring a myriad of what feel like smaller stores. Each floor has around 15 separate rooms of things, and each of these rooms is the size of a store in the mall. A decently sized store, like the Gap or something. We were in there for about three hours, and I think we barely scratched the surface of the place. Everything is really high end and not really in our purchasing range, but it's the sort of place one goes just to be there. The atmosphere was like that of a major holiday.
I assume I'll post again later on with some more observations.
Yankee Observations
1. It appears that London as a city doesn't come out in favor of the public waste receptacle. I produce an equal amount of trash as I do back in the states, but there simply aren't garbage cans in the world. There aren't any in the mall, and there aren't any on the street, and there aren't any in the shops. My mother and I have taken to simply leaving our trash in conspicuous places in the hopes that it will be taken care of by someone that knows what's up. Carrying an empty Starbucks cup all over the city really sucks.
2. Our hotel room is something else. The ceiling is really high; higher than the ceiling in my house. It's the sort of ceiling that makes you want to throw a ball up into it, and it's cool to lay in bed and stare up at it. I wish I was here with Bill, because then we could toss a ball from one bed to the other.
3. British television is some kind of monster. Of our hotel's 15 channels, a full pair of them are dedicated solely to pornography. We get as much pornography as we do news and sports. The British have also done something cool with the cooking show, a genre that they appear to love. They combine cooking with human interest, notably in a show called something like, The Taste of My Life, which is like combining cooking with Inside the Actor's Studio. The episode I watched was with the man who I believe was in The Pink Panther, and it was fricking awesome.
4. Brits utilize coins beautifully. Instead of notes for single pounds, as we have for dollars, they have coins for pounds and a coin that's worth two pounds. It's a system that's ten times better than ours, and I love it. The bills take a little warming, but I'm beginning to like them as well. Hopefully us Yanks can learn and adopt a mainstream dollar coin.
5. Harrods is the most amazing store I've ever been inside. It has seven humongous floors, all of them featuring a myriad of what feel like smaller stores. Each floor has around 15 separate rooms of things, and each of these rooms is the size of a store in the mall. A decently sized store, like the Gap or something. We were in there for about three hours, and I think we barely scratched the surface of the place. Everything is really high end and not really in our purchasing range, but it's the sort of place one goes just to be there. The atmosphere was like that of a major holiday.
I assume I'll post again later on with some more observations.
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posted by john at
11:05 AM
5 Comments:
Pics or it didn't happen.
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Gil, at 1:27 PM
A picture is worth a thousand posts?
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john, at 11:32 AM
Oh yeah, and I thought after posting that the best comparison I can make for Harrods is definitely Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.
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john, at 11:34 AM
more! your reading public demands more!
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Vicky Simpleton, at 3:37 PM
Litter bins - or garbage cans, if you prefer - were abolished in London in 1987 after it was realised that people in general were to lazy to use them.
They were replaced with a far more effective receptacle known as the floor.
How this idea had not been thought of earlier still remains one of the universe's great mysteries.
Using the floor is good for the local economy as discarding litter here is excellent advertising for local businesses whose various packaging can often be found in the locale.
For instance, if you happened to be an American tourist on your first visit to London and happened to see an empty Starbucks carton blowing across the street floor, you'd know that there's likely to be a Starbucks shop nearby. Either that or somebody had thrown the thing away on a Florida beach and it ended up in the Gulf Stream, eventually washing up on the west coast of England before being blown all the way to London.
This excellent receptacle, the floor, is also good for employment as it keeps cleaners and litter pickers in jobs, as well as the people in pest control who regularly after cull pigeons, rats, squirrels and other vermin.
This mass murder of lesser lifeforms is actually rather good for the ecosystem as those who survive the cull move to the country where they can be murdered by owls instead.
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