| February 12, 2003 - Rule Britannia |
| Dear Friends, in the 1960's there was a song by Roger Miller called "England Swings" and one of its lines was "England swings like a pendulum do". Well, JOHNNYLEEN's pendulum is in desperate need of some swinging and that's why, Dear Friends, he has booked a fantabulous trip to London in March! My friend, Carla, has offered to let me stay at her place and, of course, I'll take her out for a wonderful meal at a posh restaurant and we'll have many drinkies as well. While there I'll also see my friend, M., and her sister, Toni, who will be visiting one weekend. And I'll also take the train up to see my friend, Jeannette, in Cambridge. Jeannette sent me an email telling me that a mutual acquaintance of ours, Esteban, is arriving in London at the same time that I am. So the whole trip will just be one big happy reunion. I've never been to London although I have been in the UK. What I really, really, really want to do is visit the British Museum and see the Antiquities there. Who knows, perhaps I'll find my birth certificate there! I think the British Museum is where the Elgin Marbles are kept that came from the Acropolis in Athens. And I know they have a HUGE Egyptological section. When JOHNNYLEEN was younger he wanted to be an Egyptologist until he saw that "Jonny Quest" mummy episode which has been mentioned elsewhere in this diary. Once I diagnosed myself as suffering from mummophobia, I realized Egyptology was probably not a good career choice. Of course, I'll keep good notes of everything I do so I can post my anglo-hijinks in my diary for all of you to read. I wonder if I'll come back saying "shedule" instead of "schedule" and using words like "smashing" and "massive" instead of my normal "groovy" and "bootilicious". Now, Dear Friends, I'm sure Elizabeth has heard all about my arrival and I can expect an invitation to tea at Buckingham Palace to arrive any day now. I know she does huge volumes of correspondence, because when I was in Scotland once, I kept seeing all these trucks with "The Royal Mail" written on them and people carrying around sacks that had "The Royal Mail" stamped on them. She must spend every waking moment writing letters to generate so much Royal Mail! I never did figure out how the common people's letters were handled. Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |