BONES!

I was walking home from school on Tuesday afternoon when I happened upon an episode of Bones being filmed. Knowing very little about the show (other than it stars the incredibly good-looking-in-real-life David Boreanaz), I did what most reasonable people would do. I hung around looking like a gawker, waiting for Julian to bring me my camera.

It's times like these I wish I had a proper paparazzi-style camera.


Here is the video I managed to capture before being asked to put my camera away:



What can I say? The Bones crew are very efficient.

The Cotswolds

Well, on Saturday and Sunday we joined Kristy and Gerrod for a road trip through the Cotswolds, those pretty, pretty countryside towns that exist solely for people to look at.

The first day was very ordinary weather, spitting a fine mist well into the afternoon. This didn't stop the pagan solstice celebrations, however, which were alarmingly weird. You know something is wrong when you're paying homage to the sun at the same time as holding an umbrella.



Burton-on-the-Water had to be the highlight for me. The town is as pretty as it should be, with little canals and bridges, nice little tea houses, etc, but what really made it was The Dragonfly Maze!



This being Shelley and my first maze experience, we were pretty excited. Is it possible to get lost in such a maze, I hear you ask? Well, yes and no, depending on who you are. Given the fact that I, while trying to find Kristy, took literal her instructions to, "Follow my voice", in my case I'd say yes.



After the maze, we dawdled over to the miniature village, a completely to-scale miniature replica of Burton-on-the-Water, complete with miniature replica of the miniature replica. Unfortunately, the entrance fee was a little out of proportion to the exhibit.



Now, there's only so much entertainment one can get out of small houses before having to make one's own fun.


"Oooooh, I want thaaaat!"

Mowing is for chumps

It seems that all of London has decided that mowing is unnecessary at the moment. Over the past few months, overgrown hedges, parks and heaths have taken over what used to be well groomed and tidy spaces. Often, a foot-wide strip is mowed into fields for pedestrians to walk through. My inferences about the reasons for this apparent laziness are:

1. It is some crazy quick growing time that people want to wait out so they don't expend any extra energy.

2. The grass seeds need some time to spread their seeds lest the whole field die.

3. People like to wait until the grass is completely dry (therefore no rain) until they mow.

Does anyone have a better suggestion?

Is it wrong to blame the Germans?

Last week I had a lot of trouble getting to and from work as an unexploded world war two bomb was discovered in Bromley-by-bow. All east-bound trains and tubes were suspended for three days past the site and the advice given to commuters was "avoid traveling if possible". Four extra connections, additional walks, and several hours later, I was able to make my destination.

According to one article, approximately 84 unexploded bombs fell on Britain each day between September 1940 and July 1941. I guess I can expect a few more delays.

Twizzler Anyone?

Since starting supply teaching last September, nigh on half of my work has been at Kidbrooke School in Greenwich. Now that was, and still isn't, interesting in itself, except for the fact that Kidbrooke was the test case for Jamie's School Dinners in 2006. Which is interesting. Isn't it?



Now, I've yet to venture into the food hall, so I don't know if the kids are still chowing down on "Turkey Twizzlers" or not. Sadly, I have a feeling they might be, or at least something synonymous with a twizzler.

Good Body Image

Shelley and I have a mission in life: to pose in as many face-hole scenes as we can. As such, when we came across this one on our trip to Brighton with Kristy and Gerrod, we had to have it.

Here are some of our other exploits. They are all gold.

Brighton

On Saturday we and the Thomases trained it out to Brighton to see what the English seaside was all about. I think it's safe to say that the English seaside is not about the seaside at all, but instead about all the trappings they've constructed around what they think is a beach; fools! The pebbles were nice and clean and fun to walk on, but a beach it was not.

While other beaches might attract the beauties of society, Brighton beach does not.

Brighton is no 'Muscle Beach', and the babes are few and far between. We were, however, lucky enough to spot an old lady with one breast hanging out.

Anyway, we had a fine time enjoying the trappings of Brighton 'beach'. Eating cod and chips, having a beer, and going round on the merry-go-round.

The Royal Pavilion (built by the son of mad King George III) is one of the weirdest buildings I've ever seen. The whole thing, inside and out, is faux-oriental/eastern. It's hard to describe the interior (no pictures allowed); it's like the people who built it never went to China, but instead were told what chinese art and decoration looked like, and then asked to imitate it. Odd, odd, odd, but very interesting.