In the summer of 1993 Paul, Nate and Laura went to England. We'd like to say that after three weeks we returned to the United States with a better understanding of English life and culture. Unfortunately we were young and stupid so all we came back with was stories about hanging around the place we stayed watching "Telly". Also we went to see Jurrasic Park... great flick!
Nate kept a journal of his travels in Great Britain... Paul and Laura kept similar books but filled them with silly drawings. Presented here for the first time is Chef "Nate" Elf's English Travel Journals.... enjoy.
[The words in red are the words of Present Day Nate. You don't think that's too vain do you?]
Tuesday August 3, 1993
Paul and I are on our own in London. We're in a restaurant called Garfunkel's and we're waiting to be served. We bought a speaker for the walkman so we can both listen to it at the same time.
Rode home on the ol' 63. Bought Sock Shop pants finally. We ended up getting lost in London, but we're fine now. Safe and sound at good old Bulmershe University. On the bus there were no seats left so I gave mine up to a pregnant woman that was going to have to stand. It was nothing, really. Paul said I was noble for giving up my seat, but it was nothing really. He's a tremendous bastard, but I love him. At Picadilly station this really obnoxious woman was smoking in front of us and she kept stopping to flick ashes on the floor so Paul said really loudly, "There is no smoking anywhere in this station!" She heard him quite clearly. At Paddington in the Underground some guy couldn't get through the gate and one of the workers asked him if he put his card in. He hadn't. What a moron.
[Another exciting day in London Town. In the Undeground you had to insert this card into the gate to get through. The dummy I spoke of was just trying o storm the gate for some stupid reason.]
We're reading a terrible book right now by Michael P. Kube-McDowell called Exile. We're reading it aloud for big laughs and we've had plenty.
[Today's grade: D-, Garfunkel's isn't experiencing London to the fullest no matter how good the food was.]
End of Day 12
Next time: Stephen Fry on Telly and lunch in Burger King... again.