Hibernation hiatus

August 6th, 2009

We are going on a summer hiatus until the Generalissimo wakes up from his little nap. I’d like to thank any and all who have stopped by these last few months to share in my adventures with the insane mustachioed one.

We will return in the fall; bigger, badder, and smelling slightly of stale box wine and nachos.

-Walter Thurman

London – Day 7 – Part 2

August 3rd, 2009


We rode the Tube back to Heathrow. Not even the Generalissimo’’s “friendship” with the Queen could keep us from being expelled from the country. The cops never took their eyes off us until we boarded the plane. A representative from the U.S. Embassy stayed with us until our seatbelts were tight. The plane’’s door sealed after he left.

We were in an emergency exit row, which meant plenty of legroom and a television monitor on a swing-arm that wouldn’’t stay up. The flight attendant tried to tape it in place, but that didn’’t hold for very long.

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Cornish Bakehouse custard Danish

July 30th, 2009


Kismet. Serendipity. Blind dumb luck.

After sampling one of Cornish Bakehouse’’s meat pasties, I wasn’’t expecting much from their custard Danish. For starters, it was custard filled. I like custard, but as I’’ve said many times before, Danishes should be cream cheese filled. Fruit should be used as a last resort, and in conjunction with the cheese. Custard? Never.

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London – Day 7 – Part 1

July 27th, 2009


We’’d been staying half a block away from the Tate Britain for nearly a week without going inside. So I did. Then I left. For such a large building, they really didn’’t have much. Reminded me of a car dealership going out of business: only a few cars, forty or so employees wandering around with nothing to do besides pester the few customers, and plenty of parking.

I went back to the hotel and gathered the Generalissimos. Our flight wasn’’t until later that evening, so we thought it’’d be nice to take a stroll near Green Park. And by we, I meant they.

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London – Day 6

July 23rd, 2009




I woke up in my hotel room. No one had burst in during the night. Four uniform-wearing oddballs hadn’’t broken in to watch me sleep. No one had pulled the fire alarm to, as el Capitán put it, ““Test this fine establishment’s preparedness for battle!””


I got up. Took a shower (which at the City Inn is the equivalent of a roller coaster ride the way the pressure and temperature fluctuated without my input). Watched a little Top Gear. Hit the pub for a solo breakfast. Held myself to two undisturbed pints for once.


Then I went back to my room.

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2009 Mini Clubman S

July 16th, 2009


Three point two. That’’s how many inches they added to the standard Mini’’s wheelbase to create the Clubman. Doesn’’t sound like much.


But it’’s huge.


For starters, a real live person can fit in the back seat now. With me up front and comfy, Zak the Intern sat in back without complaining about loss of feeling in his extremities. The trunk goes from able to hold a measly ½ body to now about ¾ of one. Put the seats down, and they actually make a flat section instead of a ramp like in the regular Cooper. Plenty of space for a dog, a tent, and enough supplies to spend a week in the woods.


We even saw a young family test drive one before us. The child seat fit in the Clubman; not so much in the standard Cooper.

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London – Day 5

July 13th, 2009


After a quick breakfast (at the pub— again) we set off. We got in line behind the other tourists and waited.

““Westminster Abbey!”” the Generalissimo said. The people near us in line took an instinctive step back. “”Only a precious few who have been offered eternal sanctuary here declined it! Winston Churchill! Florence Nightingale! And of course, the Generalissimo!””

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London Tube

July 9th, 2009


“Deep breath,” the Generalissima said.

The Generalissimo inhaled. I stood to the side, watching. I felt the wind pick up as the District Line came our way. The warm night air pushed past us until the train screeched by. Free newspapers tumbled along the platform, collecting in corners and under benches.

The train stopped. The doors parted. A man in his twenties stepped out. I stepped in. The Capitáns followed.

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London – Day 4

July 6th, 2009


The Generalissima was spending the day with some of her flight school pals at an “undisclosed location.” The Capitáns wanted to see a display of post-war propaganda comics at the Cartoon Museum. Which left me to chaperone the Generalissimo.

“It will be grand! Two hip bachelors! Out on the town!”


Neither of us was a bachelor, but confusing him ran the risk of spending an hour or two listening to him try and convince me otherwise.

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Harrod’s cheese Danish

July 2nd, 2009


If Wal-Mart is as American as apple pie and baseball, then Harrods is as British as spotted dick and cricket. So I had high hopes for their interpretation of our old friend, the cheese Danish. And they were were right on the money, sorta. Imagine a cellist that hits all the right notes but then decides to fart halfway through the performance. Yo-yo Ma would never think about breaking wind, so why ruin a Danish like this?

What am I talking about? I’ll let the Generalissimo explain, as he did it so much more eloquently than I.

“They put effing raisins in the effing cheese filling!”

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