I thought I would head out on saturday to the famous Camden markets. I'm in serious need of a knee length coat, and proper boots - so I rugged up against the cold and headed an hour north. It was not what I was expecting - the first thing I saw coming out of the tube was a punker with the tallest, shapeliest mohawk I've ever seen, wearing a kilt. Hmm. And all the shops and stalls were selling everything studded, spiked and buckled - not exactly my style! I think I was the only person w
earing pink... I got further into the markets and it didn't get much better - it graduated into goth, then hippy. Interesting, but the only thing I spent money on was a chocolate donut (I hardly ever see donuts here!!)The only thing of note about sunday, is that I didn't leave the house - at all - which has to be the first day I've stayed home since I got here.
I'd organised an annual leave day on monday, and so I hit the Tower of London. I'm not a hugely up on English history, but I had a walk around and then took a tour run by a beefeater. It was awesome - he talked about Anne Boleyn, and other deaths at the Tower (including two young princes), and lots of other historical stuff that I was blown away by at the time, but have since forgotten. Memory like a...something...
The armoury was awesome, heaps of old wooden guns and suits of armour, and the crown jewels were absolutely beautiful - my favourite was Queen Victoria's small diamond crown, made I think in 1870. Very sparkly!
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"Off with 'er little 'ead!"
You may have been too young when this song came out from XTC, one of my favourite bands.
XTC - Towers Of London lyrics
Artist: XTC
Album: Black Sea
Year: 1980
Title: Towers Of London
Towers of London
when they had built you
did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of London
when they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell
Pavements of gold leading to the underground
Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around
fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound
spikes in the rails to their very own heaven
Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high
merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by
rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry
for the bridge that doesn't go
in the direction of Dublin
And I've seen it in a painting
and I've seen it in engraving
and I've seen it in their faces
clear as children's chalk lines on the paving
Towers of London
la la Londinium.
So Neen did you pick up...? He seems perfect for you lol.
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