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With a name that has St Christopher in it, youâ€™d think that our St Christopherâ€™s Hostel in Shepherdâ€™s Bush would be a travellers dream come true. After all, St Christopher is the saint of travel. However, maybe the St Christopher who has a spattering of hostels spread across the UK and Europe was a different St Christopher, for our hostel was no heaven. Although, I am warming to the public showers and toilet thing, Iâ€™ve discovered that I really am more of a private room type of person. Not that other peopleâ€™s snoring and bodily sounds arenâ€™t a great soundtrack to sleep to but when they are from the people in the room next door, thatâ€™s a bit much. You see, there are walls and while they look like thick concrete walls they are really just a facade to hide some wafer-thin cardboard.
You can therefore understand my thrill and excitement of arriving off our flight late Friday night and hitting the sack for some horizontal sleep at last, only to have the dorm room of 8 Scottish lads begin their too-many-vowels-in-a-word chanting songs. Normally, acceptable and hey, Iâ€™m a good sport, Iâ€™ll even sing along if required but at 5am!! Come on!! Of course, they were happy under the effects of alcohol and decided to chat ever so quietly (as you do when roaring drunk) until about 7am â€“ when I officially gave up and started the day.
We got the tube to Kensington Gardens and walked around there and Hyde Park up to and along the Serpent river. We saw Australian War Memorials, bronze Peter Pans, galleries and all. London put on her best weather for us with 27 degrees of glorious sunshine.
The following day, there was only one thing to do â€“ the Beatles tour.
We visited all of the must seeâ€™s for Beatle die-hards. There was the recording studio, Trident, where they recorded â€śHey Judeâ€ť and many others. Then off to 3 Saville Row in the Mayfair district which is the home of Apple (the company the Beatles started up to help with their tax) and where they performed on the rooftop the famous Let It Be footage- their last live gig.
Lunch at another pub, weâ€™ve set a tradition now. If a meal doesnâ€™t come with chips and a pint, we wont go there â€“ itâ€™s the rule.
Today, we are off to shop some more â€“ Harrods, Oxford street and then.....no, guess it......yep! a pub lunch. After that, Dim and I will meet up with Steff (who, surprisingly enough, doesnâ€™t share our passion for retail therapy) at Campden which is supposed to be a bohemian type place with really cool shops and markets and also brags to be the old stomping ground of The Clash and the Sex Pistols.
Well, Iâ€™ll go. Lucky for you all, Iâ€™ve got another song stuck in my head over the past few days. The much nicer tune of the Waifs. Iâ€™m in London Still!
Cor blimey, Governor!! Enjoy.
James and Lauren â€“ missing you like crazy but have bought you some awesome presents!!!