Sticky Fingers. Its owned by one of the Rolling Stones, but they were closed when I got there and then I got so miserably lost I never got my dinner there.
This I took at the Royal Mews at Buckingham Palace. It was decidedly boring.
Somehow, this looks more comfy than the golden carriages.
These are the Bobbies all protecting the Pope when he was visiting. None of them carry guns. So really, the Pope was protected by a bunch of guys in funny hats with no weapons. And presumably, the Lord.
This is some Prince or other that they stuck on a giant phallic pole. He had a Napolean complex. Or a Freudian one.
Me. Next to the National Gallery. Looking fed up.
A little piece of home. Proving my theory that South Africa already has invaded Britain.
Riding along the Thames I spotted the famous Gherkin building, famous for its odd erm...gherkiny shape. I think its the headquarters for Anne Summers.
Big Ben. Traditionally you are supposed to lob rocks at it if you are from South Africa.
And I honored the late Princess Diana by walking up and down this long, boring path for 3 hours. I think she'd be pleased.