I arrived in London about twelve hours ago, and after two flights, a bumpy ride through the city, errands, lunch, errands, dinner, and a brief power-nap to stay alive I only have one thing to say:
There is no way the Spice Girls are from London.
It is entirely too cold for miniskirts, and there’s not a chance Posh looks the way she does eating beer-battered, deep-fried, oiled, salted, and buttered something-or-another (which is kind of all they serve...). I believe the Beatles (because they wore lots of wool and did drugs to keep warm) and Ozzy Ozbourne (because he swears and eats bats), but definitely not the Spice Girls. Sorry.
More when I wake up and function like a human. (Disclaimer: This may be never.)
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