London Sucks.

Originally, I thought ha ha, look: a bunch of suits are lined up to get in to the hottest club in London, but it's a T.G.I. Fridays!! Then I realized there was a police officer. Then, 15 hours later, I found out there was a bomb. A car bomb. That I was heading directly towards.

Oh well, at least I got to meet Eugene. He knows what he's doing.

So close, but so far

London is _almost_ like Canada, because they have Starbucks, but not quite like Canada, because the Starbucks in the airport is located next to a room of some kind in which you can bet on horses.