British Adventures

Alice and I took the opportunity to swan around town a few days ago.  I’ve been living in Windsor since June, but have previously neglected to explore. Our adventures led us to Eton. We traversed a bridge to lovely views.  Then we strolled into the quaint town.  A town of art, books, hot chocolate, cake, and spooky window displays.  It’s also apparently a town of rich men. We didn’t see any, but if we did, we knew exactly where to go.  Autumn was alive in Eton.  And I was alive in autumn. Here’s me trying to look rich and fit in. Don’t tell anybody I’m wearing an old coat with a broken zipper.  Alice and I traipsed through the grounds of Eton College, well the parts that were open to the public.  And took sneaky photos of the parts that weren’t.  We moved onto Windsor, so of course I took a photo of the Castle.   Remember the rich guys I was talking about? I found where they must shop. Alice was particularly interested in the carousel ho...

Samantha and I discovered more of London’s magic last week. I put my Magic Pass to use again, this time at Madame Tussauds, or as my mum calls it, Madame Torsos. With just under a fortnight left at LEGOLAND, I used my visit to consider my next career move. I met with politicians. Not all of them offered quality advice.  I was inspired to never give up pursuing the life I want.  It is a life that doesn’t include a sporting career.  My future may include cycling.  I thought perhaps a life as an assistant might be more what I’m looking for.  The cost of living is quite high over here, so I may need to resort to a life of crime.  My conscience would get the better of me. Maybe I’d be more suited to fighting crime.  Seems pretty easy. All that’s required is the ability to stare into the distance.  I’m currently employed in the Arts, so perhaps I could branch out as a rock star.  I’ll never have the greatest video of all time, so I might just have ...