Fancy London types buying umbrellas

Fancy London types buying umbrellas

It’s been a whirlwind here. I hired a car for my time in the UK and foolishly thought it would be a good idea to drive down to London whilst visiting friends in the capital. I know the streets of London about as well as a Yellowfin Tuna knows Portugese, but no problem- I’ve got a satnav.

Big mistake. It turns out that every time you want to drive from one part of London to another, my satnav device figures the best route is always directly through the centre of town.

Unfortunately, London has some weird fine system that only relates to certain streets at certain hours, called The Congestion Charge. I think the exact wording is actually “if thy crosseth the Citye Walles betwixt ye hours of dawne and dvske, we will automatically fine thee 40 quid”.

Being just a simple northerner I don’t understand these odd London ways so I spent the whole time with the road signs telling me I had to turn left or face a hefty fine, 20 London taxis honking their horns behind me and shouting in some weird cockney dialect, and a satnav telling me to turn right at the next junction- straight into the gates of Buckingham Palace.

A horse, Spitalfields market, London.

A horse, Spitalfields market, London.

Here’s a photo of a horse.