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I spent most of yesterday at various London outposts of giant American corporations. It was an “M” day. Perhaps I’ll work my way through the alphabet?
Stuff we might otherwise forget
I’m currently experiencing the aftermath of my date with Big John yesterday morning. This is my gym, btw. Doesn’t it look really suburban? At least not very stereotypically Londony...
Anyhow, I told Big John (the gym manager and personal trainer – and yes, he is BIG) that I wanted to build muscle mass in my upper body. He was more than happy to oblige. For two hours solid. Ouch! It’s a miracle I can even type this blog entry!
Yesterday Andrew, Chandler and I were guided up 48,000 ladders to the scaffolding atop the St. Martin-in-the-Fields steeple by Andrew’s friend Robert, who’s a co-director at Eric Parry Architects. For some reason, when I heard we were going to the top of the steeple I thought it meant inside, not outside... It wasn’t as scary as you might think, though, and the views – particularly over the National Gallery and Trafalgar Square – were amazing.
And & Chand are visiting from SF this week. As seems to be the case lately, London has produced a succession of ever more lovely days with which to impress our foreign guests. I'm quite certain that as soon as they depart it’ll turn miserably cold, gray and wet.
After another fine repast at the Fat Badger last night, we retired to our living room for postprandial drinks. Steven & Andrew enjoyed what were perhaps the last of our Alka-Tinis. But then I have no idea whether they even sell Alka-Seltzer over here. Or if they have all the flavors...
This evening I may join the fellas for a site tour of St. Martin-in-the-Fields (which should really be called St. Martin-in-Trafalgar-Square, but the locals are funny about naming stuff). It’s due to reopen to the public on September 30th, so this will really be a sneak-peek preview!