I had my camera with me. I took some photos. Some London Photos.

This was on the way home from softball last night. I decided to take some photos on my trip home. I took the tube. Then I took photos  (I see what I did there. Very clever, me).

London is going to be very busy for the Olympics, which start in a short amount of time days. I suppose I should try and be less lazy, so that I can get a few photos. This, however, is a thought for another time. Let’s get straight to the good stuff.. Ok, they aren’t all that good, but they are stuff, which totally counts as 1 out of 2.

As always, this text is just random ranting. Don’t take it too seriously. If I do, accidentally, make fun of anyone in particular, it is totally by accident and I cannot be held responsible for you getting mad or sad or angry or cold. Speaking of cold, what is up with all the rain. London, me and you need to have a serious sit-down and discuss this. Imagine if the weather is like this during the Olympics. The stereotyping will be endless. You already have a bad reputation about your weather. Get your act together. #takethestage. Then #dontslipontherainywetfloor.

I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, but these photos are unedited.

Here you go, reader. Here you go politely.

And now, the photos. London Photos.

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This seems to be a habit of mine now; writing things after the images. I think I will try do it all the time. So it can become a thing. Unless I forget. However, the chances of me forgetting are very low. I am like an elephant, in that I have big ears.

Seriously though, why do we all believe the old wives tale about elephants never forgetting? How do you even test something like that? All the elephants I know have pretty poor English speaking skills. They are probably French. And French people do not like speaking to English people. Apparently the same goes for French elephants. Je peux aussi parler français. Vous êtes un éléphant française.