Changing of the Guard
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Half-asleep I dragged my self to the changing of the guard, one of Londonâ€™s most sought after tourist attractions, despite its frequency. I say half-asleep, not beacuse the hour was ridiculous, on the contrary, it was arounds 9am when I left, no, I refer more to the severe lack of sleep thanks to screaming little shits in the hostel. If youâ€™re over the age of say 20, youâ€™re pushing it! Itâ€™s basically a place for teens to spend some time in London, away from parents, and experience alcohol and the associated roudy behaviour. Donâ€™t get me wrong, Iâ€™m not a moaning old man from the dark ages, and I certainly (donâ€™t) remember my teen years as much the same, but thatâ€™s not to say I wasnâ€™t a cock back then, and they are not a bunch of cocks now â€“ they are!
Anyway, back to day.... where was I? Ah yeah, the changing of the guard. I got there around an hour before it all kicked off and I was astonished at the amount of people already there, baiting for a better view! Thankfully Iâ€™m tall, so as long as Iâ€™m pretty central, I didnâ€™t care too much. In fairness, if I had arrived much later, thereâ€™s no way I would have got anywhere near the gates. Advice to anyone planning on going, you can turn up at the start time, but if you want to actually see whatâ€™s happening, as opposed to just listening, go earlier, a lot ealrier!
One of my all time favourite films is A Bridge too Far with its all-star cast. If anyone has seen (and remembers) it, you may recall the soundtrack, or almost lack of. There is one victory tune played and it is n anthem for British troops still today, and yep, the band played that a lot! Needless to asay, I was delighted. In fact, the only slight, knit-picky disappointment with the band was they didnâ€™t/donâ€™t play Itâ€™s a Long Way to Tiparrey. It was an excellent way to spend a couple of hours though and fully recommended.
The rest of my day was spent doing a solo walking tour of the city. St Jameâ€™s Park, Downing Street, West Minster Abbey, Big Ben, London Bridge, Tower Bridge, the Towers of London, and of course Trafalgar Square, Picadilly Circus and Leicester Square. Iâ€™m quite happy to be a tourist for a change.
Lori came along and checked in to the hostel, so I made my way back to meet her. Itâ€™s our last night in the UK for a while (and a very long while for Lori), so we settle on finding some English food for tea. Thereâ€™s a nice pub pretty close by and it was actually reasonably close to where Lori used to work, so that was what we chose. A couple of real ales and some food and I chose to go back, leaving Lori to go to her old work for final farewells and drinks. I didnâ€™t want to be the third party that you feel you need to oblige, and also I wanted to make one last long phone call.