Walked up to Tower Bridge today ’cause the flatmate gave us a freebie to GBK. He got some coupons at one of his hookey-roo Christmas shindigs that entitled us to £50 worth of food and drink. I tell you this, two people the size of PJ and me cannot eat near £50 even when ordering OJ, Cokes and shakes. It was brilliant because it was free. Out of the window, we had a view of “The Oldest Church in the City.” Had a fascinating discussion about whether “the city” meant “the city of London” or “The City” (as in the place where all those blokes in suites work hard to move money around the world…they must really build up an appetite).

After, walked our way towards Central and stopped off at the Tate Modern. Been aching to see the Crack. It was kinda cool, but PJ ’s point was “It’s just a crack in the floor.” What ensued was an inane conversation about Modern Art in the middle of which I wrestled PJ to the ground screaming “Mark Rothko is a genius, you silly ass.”
Here’s a photo of me with my hand in the crack:

And, here’s a mind-blowing video of the Crack: