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I am dead tired.

The G.O.P.I. is a slave driver; she didn't even let me take a nap lest I fall asleep for ten hours and indulge in my jet lag. After taking a shower and freshening up, we went to the very swank and funky Sketch, which is a hybrid of cafe, art gallery, bar and club, where we imbided the best, richest and most decadent hot chocolates to ever grace this earth (and I've had a lot of hot chocolates).



We also coked ourselves up sugary delights of the 1000-calorie nature. They were having a private fashion party and kept on giving us dirty looks to get us to leave, but the gopester and I took our sweet little old time eating bite after bite of cake.



Sketch has one of the strangest and most surreal bathrooms, ever. The loos are in the shape of pods like something straight out of sci-fi movie. Whatever. Imagine the vast amounts of illicit sex that must take place within their plastic confines. Please see pics below.





After our snack, we were invited to an impromtu dinner party and took off to Angel. The party lasted for five hours and while the conversation was stimulating, I was dying a slow death which left me drooling and falling asleep on our lovely host's couch. Which was our cue to leave.

I barely made it home I was so tired! I fell asleep on the bus ride and almost fell out of my seat like the drunken fool which every other passenger no doubt thought I was. I. MUST. SLEEP. But before I leave you:

Some observations about London thus far:

1. There are a lot of weird names for things. Now this may be only because I'm American and, therefore, not familiar with the terminology...however, there really isn't any other way to look at a name like "Cockfoster". Which is a station name, and since it was the end station for the line we were on, it was displayed proudly and without self-consciousness every where I looked. And everytime I spotted it, I cracked up like an eleven-year old boy. C'mon now, you can't tell me this isn't a strange term to call a place. I mean, what the hell kind of name is that anyway?! Cockfoster: Australian for cock.

2. Much of these weird names are sexual in nature. Does anyone else notice this? Or is it just my sick & twisted mind. Ziggy, you live in London, any thoughts?

3. England reminds me very much of India. Hmmmm..I wonder why?

Okay, now I'm off to sleep!