I'm in the lovely London suburb of Richmond-Upon-Thames at a little cyber cafe called "Quarks" catching up on a little work (or I will be in a minute). Here are some random musings ad observations from my trip so far (note: I am here about 4 times a year so I have a little bit of perspective, but some things continue to surprise me...)
So I jump on the Southwest Trains in Farnbrough for Waterloo this afternoon, where I had a train transfer. By the time I got to Waterloo, at 1830. I had to take a wicked p*ss. If you've never been to Waterloo, it makes Grand Central look like the Boise, Idaho Greyhound station.
So I get to Waterloo and the place is the size of about five blimp hangars end-to-end (kind of looks like that too) and I can't find the "pissoir" or male public convenience to save my life. It is getting close to time for my next train, so I give up and ask the nice man at the information desk where the men's room is, using my best USA accent. He looks at me as if to say "...you bloody wanker..." but he politely indicates it is all the way at the other end of the 5-blimp hangar-sized station. So I double-time it all the way down there, go down the stairway which is redolent of those who have gone before me, and at the bottom there is a turnstile and a sign that says "Public Lavatory, Fee 20p" the turnstile only takes 2 10p or 1 20p coins. I reach in my pocket and all I have are five 1 Pound coins, 2 USA quarters, and a 2 Canadian Dollar coin. D*mn! Where's the change machine!!! Ah - there it is, with a sign on it that says "out of order". I consider jumping the turnstile but there is a Pakistani-looking dude in a hi-vis vest who I assume is the pay-toilet police, so I just let it go. Missed my train, had to wait 15 minutes for the next one, and got back to my hotel about 30 seconds before complete renal failure.
Well, I guess this could happen anywhere - except maybe not in America - land of the free PUBLIC TOILETS!!!
It has not been all bad - I saw two lovely BMW's on the street, a scruffy looking GS next to a beautifully preserved and extremely clean old Airhead. I snapped a photo for you but when I downloaded it I realized that a darn bollard is in the way of the cylinder! Maybe that's the "dog's bollard" - or would that be the "dog's bollocks" - never can get their allusions, metaphors, and other "bits" of colorful speech right.
Cheers!






