London, 2010.

Greetings from Terminal 5, Heathrow, London !!

 (I know, it's not Big Ben or Abbey Road but to me, 

coffee is more essential upon arrival than tourist attractions)

 

Departing Newark Airport was like escaping a refugee camp.

Thanks, Snowpocalpyse.

 

Arriving London was a simple switch from a line to a queue,

a quick journey from subway train to underground tube,

from sausage and potatoes to bangers and mash.

 

Unlike at home, the birds here don't stretch their wings and fly south.

Instead, they walk the High Street in knee high boots, 

stretching the minds of blokes who pass them by.

Soon, my jet lag will be replaced with a warm pub, 

a couple of pints, and the laughter of dear friends.

Then, I'll have more to report from this

 gorgeous city across the pond.

I promise better pictures.

I love London.