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This is Gordon. He has an alien (tumor - or "tumour" from November 1st to 12th) in his head. You can tell by the hairdo (or is that the quality of hairdressers in Los Alamos?). This is not a good thing (the tumor that is). At all. So we are going on a trip to England and Scotland.


The photo is a good re-enactment of Gordon's expression after I told him about the English and Scottish weather in November. And that that Britain has just experienced its weirdest weather on record (Scientists say so, so it must be true).

Romford Market Place. There are a few less horses and cows at the market these days I hear.

The trip will likely revolve around a quick drive from my home town of Romford up to Scotland, stopping along the way to see any worthwhile British sights. Let us know if you can think of any must-see sights. Romford is perhaps the largest town in Britain where absolutely nothing of great importance has ever happened and no-one of any consequence has ever been born. Unless you count perhaps the most famous Romfordian: Steve Davis. Who you shouldn't because he wasn't actually born in Romford. Romford is probably best known for two things: its market and its brewery. The latter is now a shopping center, and the former appears in rapid decline compared to its heyday. Gordon, I'm sure, is very much looking forward to staying a night or two in such a splendidly unique town.

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  1. erinOctober 26, 2012 at 6:12 PM

    You can spend at least 2 or 3 hours sitting at Romford market just listening to accents, and wondering why those aren't the accents one usually hears in Downton Abbey, or any other British film/series almost ever released to American audiences. And eating jellied eels!

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