I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.

Looking across the Thames at night. The tall building is St. Paul's with the Millennium Bridge coming across the river on the right.

Fall appeared overnight for us. What yesterday was green and lush has transformed to an array of golden colors that are quickly drifting to the ground. I already long for the warmer weather of springtime.

It has been a crazy weekend with parades, rain and much fun. My Uncle Scott was in London for the weekend so Friday night he came by the pub for dinner and a drink. He went to briefly introduce himself to one of the owners Beven and it turns out that Beven's friend Harry works for Uncle Scott's company. Everyone got on very well and Uncle Scott invited Beven and Harry to a party we were going to Saturday night.

Saturday it rained, and rained and then rained some more. Uncle Scott and I went down to the Thames to watch The Lord Mayor's Show Parade, it's a tradition that goes back roughly 900 years where the Mayor goes down to the Royal Courts to pledge his loyalty to the crown. It's done every year, an interesting little parade, mostly charity work and clubs that march in it.

This is what politicians do in London when they get bored
(they have puppets in case you can't see)

After that Uncle Scott and I quickly ate then changed to get over to the HQS Wellington where we met Coco, Beven and Harry for some wine, fancy hor d'ourves. The party on the ship was for the mayor so I got to go have champagne with him and about 15 other people in a small room, kind of cool, champagne with the mayor :)
They had a barge go by on the river shooting off fireworks, it was a really good display, almost makes up for the fact that I don't get to see fireworks at the lake this summer for the 4th.


After all of that we went out for a delicious late dinner with a few of Uncle Scott's colleagues, it was so yummy, I almost fell asleep on the tube on the way home.

Sunday I took the day off from work because Sunday nights are good for these two clubs here so I went I met my friend Liv (who is the girlfriend of one of the guys, Rod, that I work with) at the nearby tube station at 5 to go out for some drinking and dancing at the Australian club WalkAbout. Most people who go to WalkAbout on a Sunday go to a club called The Church first. You can pick these people out of any crowd because they are loud, have been drinking for a while and are in crazy costumes. I think my favorites were the Smurfs, white pants, white hats, no shirts but painted blue. Apparently they do this regularly as they are fairly well known. There were also people dressed '80s style, guys in dresses, there were even some gladiators running around. Next time I have another Sunday off from work Liv and I are talking about getting dressed up and going to Church as well, just to see. It was lots of fun and since WalkAbout closed at 11 (everything closes early on Sunday nights) we still had plenty of time to get the last tube home.

That is about it for my wild weekend, more to come soon.

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Liv, Tyler and I
Rod and Liv