A**e!

As my old dad used to sing after a few rums. Well he was an old sailor.

Anyway - here is the scene in Trafalgar Square.

It's all something to do with a promotion to show how London is "Just a collection of little villages"

Which means of course there a many more village idiots on the streets of our capital than I first thought.

Rain I mean.

It is hot and steamy and grey here in jolly old London town. It needs a damn good thunderstorm to clear it all.

Of course the resulting water falling from the sky will render the transport system useless, but at least we would be cooler.

I actually enjoy a great big loud summer thunder storm.

So, clouds - get doing all that rubbing up against each other stuff or whatever it is you do to get the electrical charges going and give it some welly!

No - not drugs, but the green lawney type.

And not in one of the many squares and parks in central London, but Trafalga Square.

Apparently for some strange reason, they have (or are supposed to be) turfing it over for today at least.

Hmmmm, gonna wander down and snap a piccie or two.

Well it'll keep me out of the pub.

Got an ivitation to join someones friends list last night.

Now this person has never commented on my blog, and I have never read theirs. I checked out their blog and they had over 300 friends! not exactly in need of my witterings then were they.

Oh, and the invitation and blog were in Spanish. Like most other English people I can only just about read and write in my own language never mind Spanish. My problem not theirs I know, but all the same I had to deny the request.

Speaking of friends lists, I should trim mine down as quite a few of the names on it don't blog anymore. But, well ya know. She had 300 after all. Might just keep them for sentimental reasons. Not to make myself look more popular.

Not at all.

Well nearly.

The tube trains were a bit full today due I think to the circle line being suspended or something, so the first tube that pulled into Liverpool street was rammed with compressed and sweaty bodies. As I was not yet late I decided to forgo the pleasure of making lots of new close personal friends and let it go.

The next train came in less than a minute and as it slid past me it looked good – there were spaces so I would attempt to wiggle myself in when it stopped. Now I always get on the last carriage as this is the one that is closest to the exit at Tottenham Court Road, but as the last two carriages emerged from the tunnel I saw that they were in total darkness with no lights on at all inside! “This’ll be fun” I thought.

So I get on and wedge myself in a corner as there are no seats and off we go. We go into the tunnel and everything went black! As in “Can’t see my hand in front of my face” type darkness. Claustrophobics need not apply!

But then small patches of illumination broke out here and there amongst the seated commuters – they were using their I-pods and mobile phones as torches so they could continue to read there papers and books!

Never underestimate the resourcefulness of the British commuter!