I have walked from my house to Tower Bridge and back today.

I found a great little back alley pub.

I left when the men with the nicely shaved heads continued glaring at me. Apparently I was wearing the wrong color shirt to be in an Arsenal pub.

I made a point of being nice and stopping so that tourists could take their pictures in front of whatever piece of opulence suited them.

I ate an ice cream while strolling through Wapping.

Only reason I bloody walked is because I couldn't figure out what bus would get me home.

That'll be enough of that healthy stuff thank you very much.

Yep, what an amazingly boring blog.

.... I love you.

Coffee ice cream is what I crave and I shall scour this city until I find some and then I am having an incestuous evening with said food item.

* Hic *

Picture the future November scene ......

Me.

The one of rowing around in a boat fame.

20 pubs.

1 day.

* hic *

Any bets on who gets arrested first?