I think I'll be George Washington for Halloween...

There are 2 main hazards to life in london: the cars drive on the wrong side of the road, and my shower is essentially a volcano. First for the cars. Its ridiculous. You have to look behind you when crossing the street, which is a big pain in the ass. Also, the cars, not pedestrians, have the right of way in this lovely city. So basically they can and will run you over when given the chance. And there's a ton of little side streets that essentially look like driveways. But they're actually streets, which of course includes cars zipping out, looking to run unsuspecting Americans over. And the shower will go from a perfect temperature to face-melting hot in an instant. Kinda like a Van Halen guitar solo. As much as I love faces being melted, ala Raiders of the Lost Ark, its quite annoying when I'm trying to get my manly self clean.

So there is a giant park literally right across the street from our apartment. Its just as big, if not bigger than Fairmont park, except there's not the constant hazard of scary black crack heads running about. I went running there on Sunday and discovered this place called "Speaker's Corner." Essentially, people go and stand on stools and just talk loudly about whatever they want to talk about, which in turn causes hordes of people to stand around and listen. When I ran by there were about 8 people speaking about various topics. The popular choices seemed to be politics, world issues, and religion. It will be very interesting to go back right before and right after our election in November to see what the Brits have to say about our new president, whomever that may be.

I made a point to eat the 2 most commonly thought of British foods in the past couple of days: Fish and Chips and Bangors and Mash. Delicious. Although its annoying to have to call french fries "chips." I also couldn't help but buy a frozen steak pie at the grocery store. Its basically 1600 calories worth of steak inside a pie crust. Sounds fantastic to me.

We saw the Shakespeare play "Timon of Athens" tonight at the Globe Theatre. The Globe is supposedly still set up the same way that it was hundreds of years ago, complete with an open roof, a standing room only section in the front (where we were), and male nudity. Hooray for penises. I was planning on bringing various fruits and vegetables to throw but was told its frowned upon. Damn actors and their unions.

My fantasy football team is the shit. Screw you Gilly and Stumpo. And way to go Birds. Beating Pittsburgh without the services of my favorite chocolate midget Brian Westbrook is no easy feat. If the defense continues to play like that throughout the rest of the year, then Superbowl here we come. I watched the game at The Sports Cafe, which is essentially the place to be if you're American and its a Sunday. They played all of the football games as well as the end of the Phillies game, so I felt like I was right at home. There were prolly about 15 other people from Philly there as well, so we had a nice little cheering section going on. And Howard Lederer and Scott Williamson, along with other poker pros, were there in the VIP room. I know you all probably don't care that much, but it was pretty crazy for me. They're all here for the European Poker Tour event thats here next week.

Our TV here is absolutely terrible. It only gets one channel and there aren't any AV inputs on the back, rendering my Wii that I lugged here useless. I'm gonna work on that problem in the near future.

Does anyone know if Netflix works in Europe? Or if there is some sort of substitute movie subscription service?

I met up with Alicia yesterday before the game and we went to this lame excuse for a food festival. Granted, it was the last day of the festival, but I definitely expect some free samples at a function like that.

Thats it for now. Adios.