London. London. Land of The Beatles, Monty Python, awesome accents, Stonehenge, and royal weddings. How could you have failed me so?
I had spent most of my (admittedly short) life longing to visit London. When I was in high school, I had an opportunity to go to London for a week sponsored by my high school. It was All. I. Wanted. A week with limited adult supervision, hanging out with my friends, trips to Stonehenge, the country where The Beatles (THE BEATLES!), and those who care to calculate the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow gripping a coconut by the husk came from...and educational stuff... you know, the ideal trip for a high schooler. A trip for me. Alas, it wasn't to be. My friends left without me, and returned with nifty trinkets and stories and "you should have been there" looks and possibly-fake English accents for a week. Sigh.
It took more than a decade for another opportunity to present itself. It came to fruition last weekend for a whirlwind trip that started on Thursday night and ended on Monday night. Jet lag ensued. Flight delays were endured. We didn't have any bangers and mash, but there was Indian Food, Fish and Chips, and many sightings of Pret a Manger and more Kate and Will memorabilia than I care to remember....
But despite my attempts to find awesome bottle caps in The Big Smoke, I generally came up empty. Pubs have their beers on tap (and who am I to pass that up?) and sodas come in twist off caps that really don't do anything for my collection. All I was really able to find... and this is sad...was a Becks, and a San Miguel -- and both of those were found on the street.
I emailed the Crowncap Kidd about a bottle cap that had a bat on it (he collects those), but he already had it:
I also, ug, found a Malta. Which I bought. It is called SUPER MALT. I can almost guarantee you that it is not super, unless they're referring to Super Terrible. I am afraid to open it.
Despite my trip to Abbey Road, and Stonehenge, and Bath, and getting to see London Bridge (not falling down) as well as castles; London, I am disappointed in thee. And on that, I leave you with Eddie Izzard (who is NEVER disappointing) and his brilliance about castles and history: