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# MY BIG DAY OUT IN LONDON #
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# BY KEEFY #
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One day last month, in a fit of boredome I decided that it might be nice if
I took myself and the kids down to London for the day to have a bit of fun.
So we packed up the sandwiches, pop and stuff, and made our way to the train
station. Getting onto the train was the usual major struggle what with the
pushchair to get on and the idiots standing in the doorway with their
suitcases, but eventually we managed to cram everything on. But only just!
The kids had to go on the roof rack, but they didn't mind a little
discomfort. Myself and the missus managed to get a seat quite easily,
unfortunately though, they were at separate ends of the train. The train
set off and after a few stops, a little space opened up. Enough for all of
us to sit. As soon as the seats were vacated, I dived full length at them,
managing to knock the toupee off the bloke next to me. Still, I got the
seats, and whilst I kept an eye on them the missus, used the crowbar to get
the kids out off the roof rack. This took over an hour, and when they
emerged, all battered and bloody, it was time to get off the train. Another
struggle followed as we attempted to get off the train past the masses of
commuters trying to get on. Several dead commuters later, and we were out
into the fresh (?!) air of London.
The first thing we had to do was get the kids a drink. They were extremely
thirsty and moaned for ages until we could find a pub that was open. Luckily
there was a beer garden so we could sit outside in the sun. The only problem
was the wasps hovering around my orange juice, and already there was a large
collection of dead ones building up in the kids empty whisky glasses. After
our little bit of refreshment, it was time to go and see the sights. First
stop on the list was the River Thames. Living in Coventry, we don't get to
see much wildlife so we figured this would be a nice place to see some water
fowl. Upon arriving however we quickly discovered the distinct lack of
animal species in Central London. There were quite a few lesser spotted
suits though, but it wasn't long before we got bored and headed for
Westminster.
I must admit that I used to think that Westminster was a rather dull and
boring place, but 15 minutes soon confirmed this suspicion. However, to the
naturalist, this place would have been a haven. The sheer number of suit
species was incredible. Pin striped, lesser spotted and greater spotted were
about in abundance. Some of them even seemed to have developed a language,
communicating amongst themselves in an almost intelligible way. I could have
sworn that I even heard the occaisional English sounding word. One of them
appeared to be trying to talk to my son. He called himself John Major if I
understood him correctly. Anyway, a quick right hook soon disposed of it.
I would have left after a couple of minutes, but the kids had heard that
this clock called Big Ben made a rather loud noise every hour, so we stuck
around for a while whilst we waited for it. A good while later we were
informed by a burger salesman that the clock was actually undergoing repairs
and wasn't working. Bit of a shame that because I'd already corrected my
digital watch three times.
It was now almost 1,o,clock so we decided that it was time we had something
to eat. Finding a small piece of grass, we sat down, proceeding to eat our
now extremely sweaty cheese sandwiches. As we ate, we discussed where we
could go to next. Looking at a small pamphlet which we'd been given at the
tourist information centre, we decided to head for the Tower of London. Our
sandwiches were now black anyway. This was because the grassy position we
had chosen was obviously too close to the road and 40 or so London Buses had
begun to take its toll. So up we got, and headed for the tower. After all,
it's not often you get to look round places as dark and dank as our living
room.
The visit proved to be very eventful. Whilst we were there about 10 men in
grey masks burst in shooting several people dead. They then proceeded to
smash the glass in the visitors centre, before departing with the crown
jewels. Needless to say I was not amused. I had only just got there and
hadn't yet had time to see them. I did feel them though. One of the blokes
smacked me round the head with his bag, which obviously contained some sort
of impervious mineral, because it left some sort of octagonal shape in my
forehead. This dent proved to be very difficult to remove. A bit of
polyfilla when I got home did the job though. Anyway, once we had got over
the initial shock of the unprovoked attack on my person, we proceeded along
the conveyor belt, in the hope that some jewels might be left over. Our
hopes were soon dashed however as what I can only describe as a legion of
policemen barged in, shooting another two innocent bystanders dead. Just at
this point, one of my daughters dropped one of her smarties and bending down
to pick it up, she got her hair caught up in the conveyor belt. It was to
be several hours, a handful of police and a pair of scissors later before
she would be released. Whilst all this was going on, I found a couple of
bits of shiny yellow stuff lying around on the floor, I picked it up because
I thought it would make a nice souvenir for my dad. Once all the commotion
had died down, we left and headed for the next port of call, Buckingham
Palace. We had been told that it was now open to the public, so off we
went.
When we arrived, there was a huge queue in place. Literally all the way
round the block. Next to us, a large group of American tourists were
chattering amongst themselves. When I say chattering amongst themselves
though, I mean that the Queen would have heard them hersef if she had
been inside. After half-an-hour or so of queueing it seemed to us as though
we hadn't moved an inch. The Americans behind us were now annoying us
immensely and they had already tried to push in front of us in the queue
several times. A well aimed kick in the groin to one of them soon put paid
to that, but they were now talking about a recent visit to a pub, saying how
crap they thought our beer was. I could take a lot of things,their insulting
the Queen, insulting football, but insulting our pubs was too much. Firstly
I politely reminded them how their beer tasted just like water and when that
didn't shut them up I got an idea. The queue was now moving, and just as we
were walking past one of the guards on the gate, I gave a well aimed kick to
his rear end. He spun on his heels and scowled, and as he did I pointed an
accusing finger at one of the Americans. I told him they were all terrorists
and that I had heard them talking about a bomb. Needless to say, they were
promptly despatched by various members of the security forces. Ignoring
the commotion behind us, we went into the palace. I have to admit, the
prices were ridiculously high, yet there wasn't a simple fun ride or space
invaders machine in the place. One thing is for sure, and that is that in
future, I'll stick to Alton Towers.
Anyway, around we went, looking at various bits and bobs, altogether very
boring really. Then my son decided that he needed a nappy changing. Not
finding a toilet, the missus took him into one of the bedrooms and changed
him on the bed. When she returned, I was in the process of detaching the
other two kids from one of the paintings.You could see chocolatey handprints
all along the walls and in the middle of several paintings. For instance,
one of the Queens ancestors now had a five pronged moustache. That wouldn't
have been too bad if it had been a bloke. They used to have strange creature
like 'tashes, but this picture was of some duchess or something. Anyway,
after a very long, very boring, tour/history lesson, we finally emerged
onto the London streets.
It was now starting to get dark, and we thought it might be a good idea if
we started to make our way back to Euston. We arrived just as our train was
arriving, and started getting everything on the train. However, just as I
was about to get back on, I was dragged off the train by a pack of coppers.
The doors on the train closed, with the missus and kids safely on, and they
were on their way home, leaving me behind.
Anyway, after a few days in a police cell, being beaten and kicked for a
couple of days, I was finally set free. I had no money or anything to
get home, because whoever took my money at the station had obviously
nicked it. So I had to walk home. It took me four weeks, but at last I
made it!
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Another completely imaginary text file from the warped mind of Keefy
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