After a cracking nights sleep, Belgian beer will do that to you, we headed out about nine for some much needed breakfast. We dropped into the first place we saw where the greek guy took one look at us and said

"Four full English?"

Now what I should have said is "Four hungry Welsh actually" but I'm not that quick.

A superb meal was forthcoming rich in the essential greases you require to replenish stocks after a night out.

We caught the tube, Caroline remebering not to put her travel pass next to a fridge magnet thus invalidating the magnetic strip this time, and headed for the Natural History museum.

We took the tour around the dinosaurs and saw a few other bits and pieces before hitting the shop.

From there its a short walk to the science museum which was much less crowded. They had some superb exhibits on but its hard to appricate the scale of both musuems. It would take weeks to glance at evrything they have on display let alone in Archive.

We wandered up the street then past Harrods and the estate agents advertising apartments for 25 million, and caught the tube to the area known as 'the city of London'.

Here was me thinking I was taking an entire holiday in the City of London. What a fool I am!

The streets were totally deserted. I can imagine with all the banks around that on a normal weekday evrything is heaving but we found essential nowhere open including the pub we'd wanted to go to for ages called 'The Old Doctor Butlers Head' which serves some great beer apparantly and its tested by people pouring some on a wooden bench and then sitting on it in leather trousers. (And people say the British aren't kinky enough!)

From there we came back to the hotel via the old mans pub on the corner which was nice. It felt like the kind of boozer you see in eastenders but don't think exsist in London anymore.

A guy walked in with a suitcase which he opned and starte selling meat to all the regulars. Now in Liverpoll we were forever chasing out Scallys selling clothes, dvds or whatever had just fallen out of the back of a van, but Meat?

I don't know about you but when we talk about sourcing our produce I don't want to have to say, "Some bloke in the Cumberland Arms'.

Em and I had a quick break for a cuppa back at the Hotel, cause we're old. The klift in the hotel had this great bored northern womans voice,

Floor 2. Brass bands and depression.

It was like having Holly from Red Dwarf in charge of the lift!

From there we tubed it to meetRob and Caroline at Piccadily Circus, a cheap Time Square. Anheaded to a pub called 'The Old Coffee Shop' where they serve the beers they brew on the premises.

I call them 'beers' but they were more just watered down toilet water. Not very good I'm afraid. So we moved on do De Hems which was a pub Al had recommended and was anopther Belgian pub. The beer was uniformly excellent and thank to a very friendly member of staff we got to try their cherry and strawberry draft beers! Yummy! Don' think I could have a whole pint of it though!

We headed to a chinese that Rob and Caroline had picked out through the sex shop streets of soho and had an excellent banquet to round off a great day in the city!
Bored northern lift.
The barman in de hems giving us cherry and strawberry beer.

Caroline moving the lazy susan as im poring the tea.