A poem

Omelet, omelet on my plate.
Soon you'll be what I just ate.
I hope you will have tasted great.
Oh, omelet, omelet on my plate.

It's pronounced "Lester"

Here's a quick shot of Leicester Square, in the heart of the theatre
district. It's right next to the National Gallery and it's within a
hundred yards of two Ben & Jerry's scoop shops. Mmm... ice cream...

Kinda like Garanimals

The subways in London are color coded so you can see we're on the Circle/District line by the yellow and blue handrails. It's like playing in the ball room at IKEA (only without some guy trying to make you leave because it's "meant for children." Whatever, dude.)

Sunday in London

If you're going to Heathrow I recommend landing on a Sunday morning. The airport is practically empty. Except for having to walk the length of the airport to our carosel, getting our luggage was hassle free.

Now its' on to the tube and off to London. There's bound to be hassles there!

You are now entering the UK

First order of business... entering the UK. Techically we aren't in the counrty yet. After waiting in line for 20 minutes showing our passports takes only two minutes. Like a ride a Disneyland. When we get to customs we pick door #2, nothing to declare, and walk through a long hallway into the terminal.