We're back from London

Oh yes we most certainly are! I could do long account or quick account.. not sure which. We'll see how it goes. (some crappy phonecam pics interspersed in the text - check the links)

Traffic to get there was a fucking nightmare (don't ask why we went by car, long story but basically very bad idea), so we arrived hours later than expected. We got squiZZ to queue for us tho thank God, so we were pretty far to the front, rather than at the very very end. We also saw a Jon.

Concert was great. Seriously. They played a different set (since it was a "singles" thing), incl. a lovely remake of 36 degrees (well I thought so and Jon agrees), and Without You I'm Nothing and Boys Don't Cry with Robert Smith (The Cure that is, you young'uns!!). Oooh and Protège Moi (rather than Protect Me From What I Want you see)!!!! So ja, was fucking fabulous and there won't be any more until 2006 and that's very depressing and I'm probably gonna die. The crowd wasn't too bad either (tho Lo still found it very extreme and got pulled out, ahem) so it was great fun. Except I was very thirsty. (Lo would like to add that the crowd was very bad the whole time where she was, and that a lot of people got pulled out all throughout the concert, and some could barely walk. But well was ok where I was).

The trip back hotel sleep stuff was ok. Nice big room. Tho cold. The next day we went sight-seeing. Basically this: got off at Victoria, walked to Westminster, checked out scary queues at the London Eye, then Lo dragged me onto a sightseeing bus so we did a tour of London... then on a boat to the Tower (was free with bus), then the Tower (I'd never actually been before!), then onto the London Eye with less queues (was fun! was dark and was fireworks everywhere!), then got collected by a squiZZ in eyeliner (shut it you!) and went to Harrods... only to find out it had just closed (what kind of a stupid time is 7pm?!), then on to Covent Garden, Pizza Hut, Soho, halfway along Oxford Street (ahem), disgusting disabled loo at McDonalds, tube, the end.

Well, trip back. Interestingly, I found out that the M4 goes straight into Ealing, like up to 1/2 mile from where our hotel was, so we coulda got there a lot quicker (I considered going via the M25 but Mapquest said not to! bastards!), so anyway we went back that way and was ok tho dark and foggy and I was tired but I had Red Bull.

Today more Brighton. Goodbye.