Another Famous Car Sighted!

Herbie drove right in front of me today! It looked exactly like this picture I grabbed off the net. That's two famous cars I've seen.

British Pizza

We ordered the 'all the way' pizza from Herbie's Pizza. (a good Italian name) The pizza came with sweet corn on it. That was a new one on us. And it was GOOOOOOOD!

Thinkin' of Lincoln

Hey, we thought about Christina, Derek and Lincoln today at the mall when we saw this sign. Hmm, wouldn't it be great to have a chocolatier in the family?

British Packaging

At first you think, "they look just like they do in the states." But they really don't when you actually have them. That's how things work here. You think it's the same as you are familiar with, but when you get closer, or even worse, taste it - you will be surprised.
The soda bottles are two litres just like the States. (yes, "litres" - olde English law requires the 'r' before their 'e' - it dates back to the early 1200s when they spelled the King's son's title differently. Back then they spelled it "Perince" instead of "Prince". But Perince Sandy the Dull besmirched the title so badly in a cricket incident that they changed the spelling to 'Prince' for ever after. And as a reminder to the Royals to not to misbehave, they decreed that the 'r' would precede the 'e' where ever possible. Americans don't have royalty, so it's not required there.) But the bottles are taller and slimmer than the US versions. And less sturdy. For example, you can't hold it in one hand and pour it. The bottle will collapse in your grasp and you will be the subject of much humiliation and have an unexpected laundry bill. (or so I have heard)
The milk cartons are 2.272 litres, or 4 pints. You can get them bigger in six pint containers, but they are shaped about the same. I believe both are the shape and size they are in order to better fit in the small refrigerators, which fit in the small kitchens, which fit in the small very expensive houses, beside the too narrow, poorly paved, roads. (but I digress)
As noted in a previous post, potato chips are called 'crisps' - but the mystery doesn't stop there. The unsuspecting shopper goes to the grocery store and picks up a family size package, as you see in the picture. You open it, ready to pour a big pile of chips in a family bowl and six individual packages of chips pour out. "Pish and Tosh" you say in your blossoming Brit accent, "I must have bollixed that one up and picked up the wrong bleedin' package." You return to the scene ready to correct your mistake, but NOOOOOOOO ... you are doomed to failure. There are no family sized bags of chips. There are some larger bags, enough for two or three to share, but no all-american, glutton sized, 'take the family on a picnic, eat all the chips, and put the bag on your head' sized packages.
Charming

Harrods

In addition to our visit to the Tower of London, we visited world famous Harrod's department store. To get there we had to master the London 'Underground' (aka subway, aka "The Tube") which is really very simple and easy. We bought all day passes and just hopped on and off as we needed to. The only 'gotcha' was that certain stations were PACKED and you were reminded that Europeans have a different since of personal space than do we Americans.

Harrods is one of the largest department stores in the world, seven floors, over a million square feet, 330 departments, 5,000 on staff, and 28 restaurants. On busy days they say that about 300,000 customers shop there. That seems high, while we were there I saw no more than about 298, 000. The outside is adorned in lights, 11,000+ light bulbs light the place up making it look Christmas-y, but it looks that way year round.

They sell everything (Here's a test, name 330 things that could be departments in a department store. See what I mean? They sell EVERYTHING! Plus they have one department in which you can hire a personal shopper.) but seem to lean toward the high end stuff. Any famous fashion name you've heard of (and many, many, many I haven't) are represented there. We couldn't find them, but they actually sell fully functional cars built for children. For example, there is a little Hummer there.

The place was founded in 1834 by a Brit but is now owned by Egyptian billionaire Mohamed Al Fayed. If that name sounds familiar, it is because he is the father of Dodi Al Fayed the guy killed in the car wreck with Princess Diana. At the bottom of one of the escalators is a little shrine (pictured) to the two of them. Apparently Mohamed thinks the British royals had them killed because Dodi was about to propose to the 'rumored to be' pregnant Diana. Recent tests have indicated they didn't think she was pregnant. But the display shows the pictures of them, and in front of the picture a glass pyramid that contains a wine glass they shared they day they died, and the engagement ring he purchased for her just prior to the 'accident.' Kuh-Reepy!!!!

They have several escalators, one known as The Eqyptian Escalator which is really over the top, with marble everything and manequins in little balconies over looking the escalators. As you can see in one of the pix, there is a giant King Tut looking statue that John & Brittay posed in front of. They don't have bathrooms, they have 'Luxury Facilities for Ladies and Gentlemen' complete with attendants. In the toy section they had people demonstrating some of the toys, we saw an employee doing some really good magic tricks and another doing awesome tricks with a yo-yo. We successfully navigated the store without buying a thing. I was very proud of that.

It was neat to have been there, but not some place we'll go back to I don't think.

Tower of London

Another AFA (Allen Family Adventure) - We decided to visit the Tower of London, which is not so much a 'tower' as a castle. (It is the second and fifth pictures) It is right beside the Tower Bridge (first picture), which was, not surprisingly, how you got to it. In the foreground of the pictures of the castle you see a white tent. They set up a temporary ice skating rink on the grounds of the castle. You can rent skates and go round in circles. It was cold but not that cold, so clearly there was some technology involved to make the ice.

It was orginally built as the 'White Tower' (you see it in the last picture) by William the Conqueror in 1078, and subsequent rulers added to it enclosing it in high walls and a moat, and adding many buildings. Probably the most famous use of the Tower was the beheadings done there, famously by Henry VIII of two of his wives. Plus it is the home of the Crown Jewels. You aren't allowed to take pictures of the jewels so I thought I'd find some on the Internet to post, but there are none their either. (I guess they really meant - No Pictures!) Let me just say that they look just exactly like you imagine royal crowns to look. There are about 10 of them, and each are made of gold or silver and encrusted with jewels. There is the coronation crown that is the actual crown placed on the newly crowned king or queen. They have to wear it 20 minutes, and then it is locked up again for the next coronation. There is a very small, delicate crown made especially for Queen Victoria who suffered from migranes and thusly could not tolerate the weight of the regular crown. There are scepters and 'royal orbs' and royal swords galore. Plus a gigantic royal punch bowl with a complimentary massive ladle.

The place is very entertaining, with live actors in some sections in period costumes. (third picture) Plus the place is guarded by the 'Yeoman Warders' more commonly known by their nickname, 'The Beefeaters' which actually comes from them being paid in beef from the King's table. You see John, Brittany and I posed with one. You also see a formation of them marching with the tall hats. This year (2007) the very first female Beefeater was hired, and she actually happened to be on duty in the room with the crown jewels. (Of course, no picture!)

The day was nasty, cold and rainy, and we missed the final Beefeater tour of the day, so we'll go again before we leave. Neat place.

What Time Is It?

Here in the study (aka "The Command Center") we track time by having four clocks on the wall. Clever Mom has put a picture of the applicable family member in the middle of each clock, so we know what time it is in each of the four time zones in which we have family. The clocks on the left are our local time (GMT / Greenwich Mean Time +1 for DST /Daylight Savings Time) and US Eastern time (UK - 5), with Christina's family in the lower picture. On the right on top is Rebecca, US Mountain time (UK-7), and on the bottom is Menolly's family, US Western time (UK-7 for now because they don't observe DST, but UK-8 during summer months).
I guess we can no longer call family any time we want and say, "Oops, forgot what time it is there." :-)