Tube Car Full of Pigeons and Children

Yesterday was filled with political science-y things. Which was weird for me since I tend to focus far more –perhaps too much- on the writing side of my dual major. Anyways in lieu of class we attended a lecture from the media liaison coordinator at the UK office of the European Union which was not uninteresting (do you like my pseudo-British ambiguity?), focusing mainly on the curiously strong (Altoids!) anti-EU sentiment. Far better was wandering through St. James Park before hand; absolutely gorgeous and filled with flowers and pelicans (!).

I found myself with a few free hours in the middle of the week day, which I can’t recall happening before. I considered rushing off to a museum or landmark or some such to take advantage of it before deciding that it might be good to relax for thirty seconds. I do that every so often. Errands to my bank (Barclays) and produce supermarket Sommerfield, as opposed to the general shopping up supermarket Sainsbury’s or the occasionals supermarket Tesco or the specialty item Marks and Spencers, London is a city that loves it’s supermarkets. I don’t even frequent Waitrose or Asda.

At the Spanish Cultural Institute for a lecture that was really more idle banter between someone who may have written a book on the Spanish civil war and someone who was a drummer for Genesis but was not Phil Collins who decided to give up his international musical career to live in a remote corner of Spain and raise sheep. The introduction was all in Spanish and I was terrified that the whole lecture might be in Spanish, but no. It was weird.

This morning’s Understanding Britain class involved speakers who mistook the time and didn’t show and rearranging that leaves us with no class next week (so we can go on the Greenwich boat trip!) but a visit to a Mosque on a Tuesday (so I’ll have to miss internship hours…) and incidental discussions on the origin of morality. Awesome.

Then Chloe and I went to Westminster Abbey (Queen Elizabeth! The Coronation Chair! Edward the Confessor! Isaac Newton from Da Vinci Code!) and then bought tickets for LOVE NEVER DIES. (Critics are claiming that it just fades away in a puff of melodrama and pseudo opera, but spectacle is what we’re there for).

Now we’re headed to Henry V at Southwark theater for Shakespeare class.