My skin is peeling off, but the tan ain't goin' away

Status: Beat beat beat, but satisfied

Today, I felt like a true Brit.

I always felt that the sign of a Londoner is someone who reads a newspaper on the tube or listens to their iPod or what have you and doesn't hold onto the poles. I did that today without even thinking and then realized it halfway through my tube ride. I felt pretty proud of myself.

Let it be said that there are NO cemeteries in greater London, or at least none that I can film at. My GOD, if you have any suggestions on what I should put in the search engine that I haven't come up with yet or a suggestion of another place that would help an audience figure out that my main character is visiting a dead friend's grave without her having to say, "I'm visiting my dead friend's grave."

So, after my nasty cemetery search that yielded nothing but construction sites and extra fees, I decided to head over to Temple Tube Station and go on my "The London that Inspired Harry Potter" walk.
It was more geared towards the little kids, but I now know what alley inspired Diagon Alley (there are actually a TON of antique bookshops in the alley, so I'm going back). And, I know where the public entrance to the Ministry of Magic is.


Did I dial M-A-G-I-C into the phone, you ask?

No. Of course not. Do you think I'm dim? I know better than that.

It's Sunday and the Ministry isn't open on Sundays.

Remember when I thought I saw the Tardis from the boat on our tour. From far away, it looked like it, but it is not a Tardis. I took a picture of it anyway. It was the only blue box thing left in London. I was disappointed. Let's all just pretend that the Tardis went through a wormhole.

I had to get a picture of it for Sam. Sadly, people (foreingers, probaby) have started using it as a rubbish bin, so I had to rearrange the trash to get a proper picture. Poor wormholed Tardis

I'm going to go see Chicago on Thursday; that should be fun. But this is the last time I'm paying that much for a ticket. I'll wait in line in the mornings for hours to get cheaper tickets if I have to. That's all there is to it.

All right now. I think I have a hunger-induced headache, so I'm going to go eat something, pop a few pills and get to enjoying the rest of my Sunday night. You go do that, too...except for the pill-popping...unless you need to.

Pip pip, cherrio and all that rot!