Tuesday, August 17, 2010
jack & cold
Was told by a colleague the other day, unless you get a streaming cold for at least a month, your iniation into London hasn't happened yet.
Well, then I'm initiated. My immune system from the last few month's immigration stress has finally caught up, and I have an amazingly beautiful sounding cough, a streaming nose, the shivers, and a red nose.
Luckily, thanks to my latest books - fuck it's good to have some time to read again, the Brit is in Dublin for business this week - and I'm learning about British culture [above], and reading a sterling disposition on Jack the Ripper at the same time.
[I do that. Read a couple of books at the same time, all at once. Just to keep my brain on its toes.]
The Jack the Ripper one takes me through each one of the victims, each of the suspects, where and how it happened. As a 21st Century investigation.
Next time I'm in Whitechapel or the East End, I'm going to do the tour. Definitely.
I mean, I have my phone on my chest, Streetviewing where all these murcers took place as I read about them. Geeky or freaky?