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I’ll assume everyone wanted you to send them the pan-fried rattlesnake recipe.

Nice shot!

Those old cranes in the foreground are listed. Here’s a nice site if you ever want to take a walk around that area:

http://www.london-footprints.co.uk/wkcanarywharfroute.htm

Can you forward those penis enlargement ads? You know, for my friend . . .

You remind me of Benjamin Franklin in France (according to the John Adams mini series). You should have shown them the callous on your trigger finger.

Immigrant status is not essential, you just have to get the career choice right. I know very few people who act like grown-ups, but it is expected of us.

Handy for Uncle B.

*whispered aside*

“She’s aMERican, you know.”

That is one fugly looking dome. The rest of the pic is what I’d imagined New Jersey looked like, not London.

Beer and Jeans, yeah, OK. But no chew? You are really letting me down Weasel, I’ve come to expect you to live up to my ugly american Ideal. Example: When visiting Germany a few years back, I couldn’t resist pointing to blowed up buildings in the former east and asking (the wife’s socialist friends) “Did we blow THAT one up?” “How about THAT one?” “That one?”

Isn’t it great to be a stranger in a strange land! I make all the yankees swoon when I toss my red curls, bat the eyelashes over my green eyes and say “ya’ll.” I throw in the occasional “grits” and “gun” and they all but melt! Really, play it for all it’s worth! It’s so much fun, particularly when alcohol is involved! (did somebody else buy the booze?……..Score!)

What? you didn’t play the banjo for them too? That would have been the icing!

I’m sure they totally loved you!

I couldn’t resist pointing to blowed up buildings in the former east and asking (the wife’s socialist friends) “Did we blow THAT one up?” “How about THAT one?” “That one?”

Heh.

The Dome is indeed exceeding fugly, Gromulin. But those cargo derricks are way cool. There are a bunch of them lining various artificial docks along the Thames at this most Eastward point in its meander.

Fifty years ago (and back) these were the busiest cargo ports in the world; pictures on the site show boats so closely packed together you could walk from the deck of one to another for the length of the East End.

As JuliaM said, they left the derricks purely as monuments to capitalism past. They’ve built assorted hotels and restaurants and conference centers along the banks. The London City Airport is downstream somewhere. As you eat, fat-bellied prop-planes take off and land heading to and from the continent.

Very cool.

Must be the monochrome that makes it look so gloomy.

Well, it’s definitely industrial chic. But there’s a bunch of them and they’re BIG and they’re all stripped and painted flat gunmetal gray, so the overall effect is pretty cool.

You should definitely take a flight from City Airport one day – it’s a pretty steep takeoff and descent (which is fun in itself) and on a clear day, you get an amazing view of London spread out before you…

Didn’t TB offer to give that sucker to America to cover up the hole where the WTC towers used to be before they mysteriously fell over one Autumn day? Or maybe I dreamt it.

It sounds crazy and completely ill-thought-out, so maybe it is…true.

Come on, ‘fess up. You wore a little black dress and pearls and drank a martini, or maybe even wine. You can come out of the closet. We’ll still read your blog even if you have turned into the corporate wife extraordinaire.

That’s it Brigette! I bet Stoaty was all decked out and probably had them eating out of her hand.

Okay, you got me, Enas. It’s a fair cop.

^BWAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! Brilliant! 😀

Is that… is that the left lung of a Cornish game hen there on the table?

…And where is the right one?

I believe it’s a glazed cowflop.

What is the British equivalent to the Dept. of Health? Because if you are going to go bare shoulder where food is being served, I think they are going to need a heads-up.

Hmm. The crazies are protesting outside of the UK Embassy in Tehran with placards reading ‘Down with USA, down with UK.’ Isn’t it jolly good fun being The Great Satan and The Little Satan? Don’t bother asking what in fuck’s name we’ve got to do with the recent Iranian general election. That would be too rational.

The British equivalent of the Department of Health, Pupster is…the Department of Health. Which is news to me; I’d assumed it would be Ministry of Health just like it is in pretty much every other Parliamentary Democracy around the world.

It was called the Ministry of Health up until 1968, when it was merged with the Ministry of Social Security to form the new Department of Health and Social Security (DHSS). The DHSS, in turn, was split in 1988 to form the DH and DSS. All deck chairs on the Titanic, of course, and fantastically wasteful.

The Dome immediately reminded me of this

Now why do the Brits want a mine-like structure in Greenwich?

Is it possible to even ask a question like that and get an answer you can understand from the Brits?

I can’t wait to here what Weasel Hats are worn to the horse races. You try to keep up with Elizabeth Rex and her stunning hats.