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?]
Thursday August 5, 1993
Paul kept me awake last night with that damn light. Just watched an uneventful hour of Telly and we're going to London to see something about Sherlock Holmes. Then Sigmund Freud's House. Then Marx's grave.
Now I'm at the headquarters for Unitarian Universalists or something. I'm not actually sure what we're doing here. I had a good candy bar though. Cadbury Swirl. Mmmmmm.
Just finished supper. We didn't go to Marx's grave. However we went to Ziggy's house. It was great. The layout of the house was really nice. Laura is feeling rather Irish today being that she's only wearing green. Maybe she stole my Celtics hat. We went out to eat and the German waitress spilled coke all over me! That's okay, we all make mistakes in life. Too bad her mistake will be make her burn in hell! I bought a European Guitar Mag! I took a lot of pictures in Freud's house and then when I was done I saw a sign saying "Do not take pictures in Freud's house." To equalize the harm I'd done I bought some postcards.
[After getting the pictures developed I noticed that some of mine were the same or better than the postcards that I bought.]
Paul gave me a Sigmund Freud stamp:
Seeeee? Ain't it pretty? He's so handsome, not to mention smart! Oh yeah and he's smart.
Sorry about that, it's just that I was in a daze of joy seeing Paul gave me that nifty stamp. I gave him a 39p stamp in place of it. I got ripped off! Curse you Paul!!
I'm in a really nice theater waiting for the 5:20 showing of Jurassic Park. Excellent!
[I don't know what happened here but something is terribly wrong. Obviously the times are all messed up and I think that the next day we went to see Jurassic Park. Perhaps Paul and I got a little wacky from all the Twiglets we were eating.]
[Today's grade: A-, we went to Sigmund Friggin' Freud's house. That's pretty cool.]
End of Day 14
Next time: We actually see Jurassic Park and go to freakin' Burger King for lunch.