Thursday, April 16, 2009

Belated Euro Pictures

All in random order, some representative snaps of a truly lovely trip:

Bloomsbury, where we stayed, and the (fictional) location of Black Books!


My favorite cantankerous old buzzard


Possibly my favorite part of air travel



Me and Nelson's Column



And enter we did


Abject terror at the London Dungeon



Interesting


Trafalgar Square

All of London at our feet and we're on a playstructure at Regent's Park




The martyrdom of St. Pancras


Camdentown, London



Joan Turner.





The Man Himself


Awesome old 8mm camera we found at Granddad's. "You'll never get your paws on that, it's going straight to David as inheritance." - Granddad




The (very young) Turners. My mum on the left!

Completion of the ropes course!


Arrival of The Others





My favorite picture of Ross and Nicki :)


Low tide at the beach where my dad grew up



These old faithfuls had their last hurrah on Grimsby Beach



Olga, the beautiful spy

Ross and my dad's little sister, Jude



Seige


Waiting for the train, a bit too much Irish coffee


This is the best hat I have ever worn




Busby lies in wait


Ben overcome with Parisian emotion

Busby > La Tour


An anthem, to be sung at full volume while rolling through the English countryside:

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot to piss of the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit I hope it's already too late
I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and I never come back to this town again
In my life
I hope I lie and tell everyone you were a good wife
I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tommorow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest befor the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst is'nt over
I hope you blink before I do
I hope I never get sober and
I hope when you think of me years down the line you can't find one good thing to say
I hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unloveable hand
I hope you die
I hope we both die
::Mountain Goats - No Children::

1 comment:

Juliette said...

I loved every single one!
I especially like your granddad!
And the "no photos" picture. :-)