London Day 2: Lunch Bunch

17 Aug

A quick summary for those people visiting from Six Word Saturday who wonder what’s going on:

Birthday Treat – London! – I’m Giddy – We’refourpostsin

Okay, I may have cheated slightly there but, seriously, folks: who can describe the wonder that is London in only six words?


We finished looking at the Globe’s exhibition around 11:30 and headed up to the café for some lunch but it was all posh, inedible stuff (my sole complaint).  We decided to venture out for real food but passed the groundling queue…where two people were already queueing. That was it – we were not prepared to risk missing a good spot so we joined them.

The couple were sitting on the pavement, reading.  Spud and I sat on the pavement, quiet for a while, enjoying the novelty of numb bottoms on grubby streets (we might not eat posh but we are usually clean), watching the world go by (London is busy).  Spud, on my left side, was surprised to hear me sneeze and then say, ‘Bless you.  Thank you’ to myself.  He hadn’t realised the ‘Bless you’ came from the young woman sat on my right side.  That gave us all a laugh and broke the ice.DSCN1856

Our conversation was interrupted by lunch: Young Woman’s partner wandered off for a while and came back with pizzas; I thought that was a good idea and pulled out the exhausted credit card.  Pizza Express was just up the road.  The service was very good; the friendly staff included the genuine Italian manager who, in answer to my query, told me that the toilet was ‘upstairs; second bridge to the right.’  There was nothing wrong with his English, if that’s what you’re thinking; the upstairs was designed so diners could look down onto those eating below.

DSCN1852The pizza, alas; was dreadful: all tomato; no cheese.  It was fun to eat on the street, though I wouldn’t like it to become a habit (which could have become all too real a possibility if the Hub’s credit card and I had stayed in London for another couple of days).

The wait passed quite quickly.  It rained heavily for as much as thirty seconds.  By the time we had our raincoats on, it had stopped – and stayed away.

There were constant queries from passers-by about which end of the queue was the beginning.  It was confusing if you were new because the queue is between the steps to the outer yard and the exhibition centre.  DSCN1858

An American woman with three children stopped to ask if it was worth going to the play.  I told her, ‘Absolutely!  It’s great,’ despite not yet having seen this particular play, because I knew it absolutely would be great.  We explained the price of £5 for a yard ticket – there is no cheaper theatre ticket in London, according to our guide; and probably anywhere in Britain, according to me.  The woman and her children discussed the idea before heading off.  I heard her exclaim, ‘ere she walked out of sight, ‘We might as well try it; she says it’s great and she’s got a British accent.’

We all had a good laugh at that, and then I returned to my conversation with the Young Woman.  Something about London made me unashamedly nosy: ‘If you don’t mind me asking,” I said, “what do you do?’

‘I’m a writer.’

16 Responses to “London Day 2: Lunch Bunch”

  1. restlessjo August 17, 2013 at 09:44 #

    Six words? You need six zillion for London, Tilly. Glad you had such a good time.


  2. Ron. August 17, 2013 at 10:31 #

    Thanks for bringing us all along with you, TB. You’re lucky to have had Spud to share it with. More, please.


  3. viveka August 17, 2013 at 10:48 #

    Linda, I don’t still understand this with 6 words … and I long post comes out of it – but I like what every it’s … the pizza looks a bit soggy to me .. and I’m glad that you didn’t said it was great *laughing.


  4. gigihawaii August 17, 2013 at 12:56 #

    yuck, no cheese pizza!


  5. laurieanichols August 17, 2013 at 14:29 #

    This is precisely why I love traveling, you get to meet very nice people and learn something new without even trying and looking, it just falls into your lap. I’m having a wonderful time on your trip.:)


  6. SchmidleysScribblings August 17, 2013 at 14:38 #

    A British accent? You sure fooled her. Oh wait SA was part of the Empire, wasn’t it? Bet those Afrikaners don’t like that fact. Dianne


  7. mairedubhtx August 17, 2013 at 14:54 #

    The pizza looks good!


  8. Kathe W. August 17, 2013 at 15:05 #

    very fun to read your post! Have a great time in London!


  9. Janet Williams August 17, 2013 at 15:25 #

    I’m surprised the American team could still get the tickets on the day. I bought ours weeks in advance, as the Globe is so popular and most tickets would have been sold out. I can confirm that you do have a beautiful British accent.


  10. colonialist August 17, 2013 at 16:59 #

    So now we have a suspense story from the streets of London?
    Did the Merry Can & kids join the queue?


  11. Terry August 17, 2013 at 17:06 #

    fascinating experience and to meet a writer on top!!! love the sneeze story. so good you all had a good time even if you were sitting on the dirty curb eating tomato pizza!!!!


  12. Grannymar August 17, 2013 at 21:20 #

    Great adventure, including sitting on the kerbside!


  13. sharechair August 17, 2013 at 22:49 #

    I’m having just a good time sitting on the ground there with you. Waiting for the next installment….


  14. Suzy August 18, 2013 at 06:52 #

    Glad you made it there and looks like you had a great time. London is a fun city.
    Dropping by from 6WS


  15. benzeknees August 19, 2013 at 15:24 #

    And so are you!



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