We have booked Rick into a hostel in London, well, Greenwich, called, "Christopher's Inn." It sounds like the kind of place that serves cucumber sandwiches, cranberry scones, and earl grey tea. The pictures tell me, however, that he had best search out the local pubs for grub. The rows of metal bunkbeds, simple bedding, and chrome sinks put me in mind of a woman's detention centre and somehow runny oatmeal and burnt toast come to mind. The only difference is that the front desk staff won't be taking Rick's fingerprints and doing a cavity search upon his arrival (we hope)!
One of the pubs that is recommended on their website is called, "Sheppard's Bush" and another is "Hammersmith". Perhaps after he has done a crawl (or two, or three) between the two establishments, he will be looking for "Smith hammered Sheppards in the bush?"
It's a good job that my Canadian Ass will not be arriving the same time as Rick and without my much needed supervision. Rick and Chan can't enter a grocery store without rough housing in the cereal aisle and I am only a few feet away (comparing fibre vs. sugar content, of course). How on earth can I expect cooperation in any shape or form from not one but two asses? Not gonna happen. My Canadian Ass stays put for now. I bought him a leash the other day and I am not afraid to use it.....on Rick that is!
