Gross…
I spent yesterday at the Science Museum with rachel. Had lunch at a crepe shop, (breton style crepes with brie and egg and cafe americano - another failure in my attempts to find a long black in London - I think I will have to make do with double espressos) and then went to the ‘Grossology’ exhibition, involving lots of interactive exhibitions about farting and pimples and suchlike.
Later went to Covent Garden for a watery flat warm beer. There are good beers in London but that was not one to write home about - well not one to write home *positively* about anyway.
Went to catch the tube home, and got stuck on the station platform with 1000 other people when the announcement came over the loudspeakers - trains have been cancelled due to a passenger accident at King’s Cross. You’d think they had some kind of automatic device for getting dead bodies off the tracks by now, surely!
We walked to the next station and eventually got back to Victoria station and caught our trains home. This will teach us to praise the public transport system - the real reason that the British always complain about it is that there is some god of trains that causes them to all break down if people make comments like ‘the trains have been on time this week haven’t they’ or ‘the public transport system here is great’. This is why locals complain so much about it - they are trying to balance out the tourists’ positive comments with negativity to assuage these gods.