I have wired internet in the hotel, freeman's for a member of Starfleet. Hurrah for technology, although it is ethernet running at 10mbps, which is I believe the network connection speed for the ZX Spectrum.
So, I am drawn naturally to comparing my first day back in the Smoke with my week off in North Norfolk. I think it is fair to say that Londoners have less fingers (cheap joke, Ed) but more time for you. There is certainly no underground system, except the Roy's underground fanbase, of which I count myself the founder, and only, member. They do have an extensive Broads network, the maximum speed on which is six miles per hour, four in built up areas. This is about fifty percent faster than most traffic in London.
A portion of chips in Ken's of Wroxham (probably bitter rivals of Roy, but fair play to the fellah, he has stuck it out) is one pound twenty. A portion of fries anywhere in London is seventeen pounds ninety-nine. Probably.
The only other difference is that in London I am staying in a fancy hotel, and in Norfolk, a little white box. The view from my room window today is rather impressive, though. I am looking over Oxford Street, and just to the right I can see Marble Arch. The only view from our 'van was the hairy @rse of the woman opposite doing her "morning stretches". All I can say is, Marble Arch is slightly smaller, but not as white.
Second day back at work, first in my customer's offices, and the predicted "hard day" was just that. Left the office at a quarter to eight, but had a simple six stop tube ride and then a one minute walk to the hotel, so it is an improvement on the Novotel, which had a tube change and a fifteen minute walk the other end. The only down-side is I am not collecting any loyalty points staying here. And breakfast is £18.95. Rather a lot, so I had better make sure I eat my own weight in full English. Unless my wife is reading this, in which case it is fruit, yogurt and a cold bath and flannel wash for afters.
I may well end up blogging every day this week, so I hope that I can attract back some off my many readers, who, it has to be said, have rather dwindled since I have been off on holiday, and working in London.
Come back dear readers, all is forgiven, and all is to be played for. Now that is a topic for tomorrow. Football. You either love it or hate it. Golfy is broadly neutral, which makes him probably a bit, you know, but I absolutely love it. The Wan Kenobi clan have their England shirts, flags and age-appropriate drinks at the ready for the first game on Saturday.
COME ON ENGLAND.