Our not so Local

England Day 2:

After being here for a little more than 48hours 2 things have set in: Jet lag and the fact that this country is fucking OLD! This evening before dinner I started to miss those 5 hours I lost and went for a little trip to la la land on the toilet. After dinner at an Italian joint, (ya I get the irony, but the Romans were kinda here first really) Alec and I went for a stroll around Cambridge and it started to settle in that yes I was in Cambridge. You know when you visit a place and you get the history speech about it's origins from the local history wonk? It starts with some dude who got sick of walking, found a nice river and set up shop. Well here, no one really knows for sure, but what happened since has been pretty amazing. We walked around the university campus which is spread out around the town with about 30plus different colleges. The 2 famous ones, Kings and Queens college, well, are stupidly famous. Royals have gone to school here .But the big 'what the fuck' moment was when we stopped for a pee at a little place called The Eagle. As I was waiting for Alec they had the pictures of who has been there. So you know this is usually another one of those stories were ya some quasi-famous dude or some c-list actor or some local who made it on Star Search used to get pissed here. But as I'm reading the names I stopped at a picture of SIR ISAAC NEWTON!! Oh ya, he went here, and discovered, well gravity and stuff. So did Sir Edmund Halley, and as of late Stephen Hawking has been hanging about talking about a Unified Theory and black holes or something.

I found myself near the end of the night in two places of true surrealism. First in the courtyard of Queens college that was built during the time of Shakespeare, where The Bard himself once stood. Walking on floors and in hallways that have had people walking on them since the era of Elizabeth and the vast human history since is absolutely mind blowing. A connection through time which as you touch the stone walls you can feel.

We rounded out the night at a soon to be sued pub-The Free Press. How dare they!! Have they not heard!? The gall, the cheek, the audacity! WE OWN THE FREE PRESS NAME. Not these Johnny come lately Brits! And to top it off there is NO MUSIC. Penalty shot. Board games and warm beer. Unexceptable!

Well the adventure in stiff upper lipness continues tomorrow. Remind me to tell you if I see you about the story of Newton, Halley, a wheel barrow and a ditch.

Cheers,

L.