Day Two...
We finally met Keith last night. He's a great, intelligent and witty guy. I can she why Michelle is going to marry him. Keith works as an attorney in London (No criminal defense work thankfully) and commutes to work via train. They say it takes about 50 minutes both ways. Like most urban cities, more and more people live out in the 'burbs, so to speak, than inside the city proper. London is no different.
Keith ate his Chinese late...no chicken balls for him mind you...I almost ate them all myself. They must have rather large chickens over here because the things were huge.
A little English commentary...
It is amazing how much American culture is present in the UK. Especially on the telly. Some of the best shows in the UK are from the US: West Wing, ER, Friends, 24. I even found reruns of the A-Team, Quantum Leap and the Sally Jesse Raphael show.
I of course have a penchant for English humor and will readily bypass most of the above for some good Britcoms. I have already discovered a new one, Little Britain, which I am told is on BBC America. It is quite crude, which is right up my alley.
I enjoy the news here as well and again, find it amazing that most of their lead stories are out of the US. The lead story was the West Virginia mining tragedy. The lead graphics included a map of the US which then led to West Virginia to show exactly where the mine was. Another note of difference is that the English spend about twice as long on a story then their US counterparts. The story must have ran for close to 5 minutes which, compared to a US news package that might run 90 seconds, leaves quite a lot of room for depth.
The beer I enjoyed last night was called Twisted & Bitter...which for some reason was funny to everyone else. We hit the sack at 11 PM local time last night and slept until 8:30 AM. This is probably the best I have ever done with jet lag. I figured that minus a two hour nap, I was up for around 34 hours. I shaved my head last night to avoid the potential of cutting myself up today and having a dozen band-aid's stuck to my mellon. I have not shaved my face for two days, so I somewhat resemble a fifteen year old in puberty trying to grow a beard.
I'm not sure what they day holds. We might head into Colchester again to do some looking around. If so, I am hoping to check out the dodgy end. Pub grub tonight..woo hoo!
Keith ate his Chinese late...no chicken balls for him mind you...I almost ate them all myself. They must have rather large chickens over here because the things were huge.
A little English commentary...
It is amazing how much American culture is present in the UK. Especially on the telly. Some of the best shows in the UK are from the US: West Wing, ER, Friends, 24. I even found reruns of the A-Team, Quantum Leap and the Sally Jesse Raphael show.
I of course have a penchant for English humor and will readily bypass most of the above for some good Britcoms. I have already discovered a new one, Little Britain, which I am told is on BBC America. It is quite crude, which is right up my alley.
I enjoy the news here as well and again, find it amazing that most of their lead stories are out of the US. The lead story was the West Virginia mining tragedy. The lead graphics included a map of the US which then led to West Virginia to show exactly where the mine was. Another note of difference is that the English spend about twice as long on a story then their US counterparts. The story must have ran for close to 5 minutes which, compared to a US news package that might run 90 seconds, leaves quite a lot of room for depth.
The beer I enjoyed last night was called Twisted & Bitter...which for some reason was funny to everyone else. We hit the sack at 11 PM local time last night and slept until 8:30 AM. This is probably the best I have ever done with jet lag. I figured that minus a two hour nap, I was up for around 34 hours. I shaved my head last night to avoid the potential of cutting myself up today and having a dozen band-aid's stuck to my mellon. I have not shaved my face for two days, so I somewhat resemble a fifteen year old in puberty trying to grow a beard.
I'm not sure what they day holds. We might head into Colchester again to do some looking around. If so, I am hoping to check out the dodgy end. Pub grub tonight..woo hoo!
Mike Lang