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9.4.09
The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.

Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The décor comes straight out of the sterile 80’s and is less an eyesore than an insipid background to the rhythm of human activity, such hustle and bustle, at the fore. There certainly are faces from all races present, creating a rich mosaic of humanity which is refreshing if not completely revitalizing after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.

Internet access is sealed in England, it seems. Nothing is free; everything is egregiously monetized from the wireless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I guess Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundant, free access to the information superhighway.

11.4.09
Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The mattress and pillow are firm; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the sleeping quarters are as dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as, perhaps, a dreary rainy day when on. All in all, St. Paul’s is a excellent place to stay for the gregarious, adventurous, and penurious city explorer – couchsurfing may be a tenable alternative; I’ll test for next time.

Yesterday Connie and I gorged ourselves at the borough market where there were all sorts of delectable, savory victuals. There was definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be found everywhere; and much as the meat was plentiful, and genuine, so were the dairy delicacies, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed these tasty morsels down with copious amounts of alcohol that flowed from cups as though amber waterfalls. For the first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like warm, rancid fruit punch – the ideal tonic for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later killed the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while imbibing several diminutive half-pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon doesn’t seem like such a bad thing anymore, especially when you are having fun in the company of friends; I can more appreciate why the English do it so much!

Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. Its turbine room lived up to its prominent billing what with a giant spider, complete with bulbous egg sac, anchoring the retrospective exhibit. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight upon which to feast one’s eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the upper floors with the products of their lithe wrists; and I ended up becoming a huge fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and its vacuous images, which, I feel, are devoid of both motivation and emotion.

My first trip yesterday morning was to Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its majesty, the place sure was quiet! Business did pick up later, however, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans descended on it like bees to a hive. I, too, swooped in on a gift-buying mission, and wound up purchasing a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a jersey – on sale, of course – for good measure.

I’m sitting in the Westminster Abbey Museum now, resting my weary legs and burdened back. So far, I’ve been verily impressed with what I’ve seen, such a confluence of splendor and history before me that it would require days to absorb it all, when regretfully I can spare only a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey is the poets corner where no less a literary luminary than Samuel Johnson rests in peace – his bust confirms his homely presence, which was so vividly captured in his biography.

For lunch I had a steak and ale pie, served with mash, taken alongside a Guinness, extra cold – 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It went down well, like all the other delicious meals I’ve had in England; and no doubt by now I have grown accustomed to inebriation at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and my lunch was complete.

Having had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge and instead wandered over to the British Museum to inspect their extensive collections. Along the way, my eye caught a theater, its doors wide open and admitting customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the show times, saw that a performance was set to begin, and at last rushed to the box office to purchase a discounted ticket – if you call a 40 pound ticket a deal, that is. That’s how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.

The show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive; and the stage design and effects were not so much kitschy as delightfully stimulating – the pulsating background lights were at once scintillating and penetrating. The actors as well were vivacious, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines dripping in humor. Hairspray is a quality production and most definitely recommended.

12.4.09
At breakfast I sat across from a man who asked me to which country Hong Kong had been returned – China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he started spitting on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becoming the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being placed. I guess I understand the convention nowadays of covering one’s mouth whilst speaking and masticating at the same time!

We actually conversed on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial integration, the act of which is a prodigious leap of faith for any society, trying to be inclusive, accepting all sorts of people. It wasn’t as though the Brits were trying in vain to be all things to all men, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans and, even, Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether or not Hindi was their native language; not even considering the absurd idea of encouraging the international adoption of their language; thereby completely keeping English in English hands and allowing its proud polyglots to "practice" their languages. Indeed, the attempt of the Londoners to avail themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and to seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is an exemplar, and the bedrock for any world city.

I celebrated Jesus’ resurrection at the St. Andrew’s Street Church in Cambridge. The parishioners of this Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including one visiting (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan university in Guangzhou, who in fact had visited my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and the believers fewer in number than the "progressive" services at any of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK; yet that’s what makes this part of the body of Christ unique; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, and informative no less; the power word which spoke into my life being a question from John 21:22 – what is that to you?

Big trees; exquisite lawns; and old, pointy colleges; that’s Cambridge in a nutshell. Sitting here, sipping on a half-pint of Woodforde’s Wherry, I’ve had a leisurely, if not languorous, day so far; my sole duty consisting of walking around while absorbing the verdant environment as though a sponge, camera in tow.

I am back at the sublime beer, savoring a pint of Sharp’s DoomBar before my fish and chips arrive; the drinking age is 18, but anyone whose visage even hints of youthful brilliance is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth drinking culture here is almost as twisted as the university drinking culture in America.

My stay in Cambridge, relaxing and desultory as it may be, is about to end after this late lunch. I an not sure if there is anything left to see, save for the American graveyard which rests an impossible two miles away. I have had a wonderful time in this town; and am thankful for the access into its living history – the residents here must demonstrate remarkable patience and tolerance what with so many tourists ambling on the streets, peering – and photographing – into every nook and cranny.

13.4.09
There are no rubbish bins, yet I’ve seen on the streets many mixed race couples in which the men tend to be white – the women also belonging to a light colored ethnicity, usually some sort of Asian; as well saw some black dudes and Indian dudes with white chicks.

People here hold doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it appears as though they are going out on a limb, just waiting for the one who will take the responsibility for the door from them, at which point I rush out to relieve them of such a fortuitous burden.

I visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there did neither myself nor the exhibits any justice because there really is too much to survey, enough captivating stuff to last an entire day, I think. The bottomless well of artifacts from antiquity, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British empire, without whose looting most of this amazing booty would be unavailable for our purview; better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be open to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and worst yet, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors or in the rubbish bin, possibly.

Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a plush marvel, and a testament to this city’s love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the first half being superior to the second, in which the nimble dancers demonstrated their phenomenal dexterity in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cloak of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy necropolis, did strike me as, strange.

Two amicable ladies from Kent convinced me to visit their hometown tomorrow, where, they told me, the authentic, "working" Leeds Castle and the mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin await.

I’m nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondering about the profusion of British ales and lagers; the British have done a great deed for the world by creating an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; and their disservice is this: besides this inexhaustible supply of cheap beer ensnaring my inner alcoholic, I feel myself putting on my freshman fifteen, almost ten years after the fact; I am going to have to run a bit harder back in Hong Kong if I want to burn all this malty fuel off.

Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the area; and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently presents a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section of which features several seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba – repeated in clever variants – and parodies of other masters’ works. Furthermore, the main gallery houses two fabulous portraits by Joshua Reynolds, who happens to be favorite of mine, he in life being a close friend of Samuel Johnson – I passed by Boswells, where its namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera house.

14.4.09
I prayed last night, and went through my list, lifting everyone on it up to the Lord. That felt good; that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and in the lives of my brothers and sisters.

Doubtless, then, I have felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifling for many, to be hidden away in the opaque corners of centuries-old cathedrals that are more expensive tourist destinations than liberating homes of worship these days. Indeed, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I attended in Cambridge – for such an ecstatic moment in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was only attended by at most three dozen spirited ones. The people of England, and Europe in general, have, it is my hope, only locked away the Word, relegating it to the quiet vault of their hearts. May it be taken out in the sudden pause before mealtimes and in the still crisp mornings and cool, silent nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to rise like that splendid sun every morning. God would love to rescue them, to deliver them in this day, it is certain.

I wonder what Londoners think, if anything at all, about their police state which, like a vine in the shadows, has taken root in all corners of daily life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which implore Londoners to report all things suspicious, to the pair of dogs which eagerly stroll through Euston. What makes this all the more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the indomitable nemesis of the fledgling, rebel order, doesn’t dare bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in office; maybe we’ve grown wise in these past few years to the dubious returns of surrendering civil liberties to the state, of having our bags checked everywhere – London Eye; Hairspray; and The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn’t add up for me.

I’m in a majestic bookshop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly to confirm my suspicions, there are just as many books on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are books which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did find, however, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I may pick up the former.

Lunch with Sally was pleasant and mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant nearby New Street – yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally and I both tried their omelette, while her boyfriend had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity was there and so was our reminiscing about those fleeting moments during our first year in Hong Kong; it is amazing how friendships can resume so suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle – they also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they cannot take on additional visitors at the moment, the tourist office staff informed me, much to my disappointment!

Visiting Warwick Castle really made for a great day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a kitschy tourist trap as a meticulous preservation of history, at times a sillier version of Ocean Park while at others a dignified dedication to a most glorious, inexorably English past. The castle caters to all visitors; and not surprisingly, that which delighted all audiences was a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the five p.m. performance hurled a fireball high and far into the air – fantastic! Taliban beware!

15.4.09
I’m leaving on a jet plane this evening; don’t know when I’ll be back in England again. I’ll miss this quirky, yet endearing place; and that I shall miss Irene and Tom who so generously welcomed me into their home, fed me, and suffered my use of their toilet and shower goes without saying. I’m grateful for God’s many blessings on this trip.

On the itinerary today is a trip to John Wesley’s home, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I picked up a tube of Oilatum, a week late perhaps, which Teri recommended I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weakness of mine – I’m happy to report that my skin has stopped crying.

John Wesley’s home is alive and well. Services are still held in the chapel everyday; and its crypt, so far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things Wesley are on display – I never realized how much of an iconic figure he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, ironic in itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their apex. The house itself is a multi-story edifice with narrow, precipitous staircases and spacious rooms decorated in an 18th century fashion.

I found Samuel Johnson’s house within a maze of red brick hidden alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love for obscure words became the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this, by far, is the climax of my visit to England! The best certainly has been saved for last.

There are a multitude of portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, meticulously retold on the crib sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer images in the house. I have developed a particular affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, of whom Boswell writes, "His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly affecting the easy gentleman. It appears as though I, too, could use a more flattering description of myself!

I regretfully couldn’t stop to try the curry in England; I guess the CityU canteen’s take on the dish will have to do. I did, however, have the opportune task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific counter staff who checked me in. She was gorgeous in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond earrings, she said; and her small, delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent rendered her positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only did she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with zest; she must be a pro at this by now.

I saw her again as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my quest for curry; and in the fog of infatuation, where nary a man has been made, I fumbled my words like the sloppy kid who has had too much punch. I am just an amateur, alas, an "Oliver Goldsmith" with the ladies – I got no game – booyah!

Some final, consequential bits: because of the chavs, Burberry no longer sells those fashionable baseball caps; because of the IRA, rubbish bins are no longer a commodity on the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and the Underground of the city are a soiled mess; and because of other terrorists from distant, more arid lands, going through a Western airport has taken on the tedium of perfunctory procedure that doesn’t make me feel any safer from my invisible enemies.

At last, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow that I could have easily mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their portion of the general population surely must be less than their portion of Heathrow staff, indicating some mysterious hiring bias. Regardless, they do a superb job with cursory airport checks, and in general are absurdly funny and witty when not tactless.

That’s all for England!

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Ripley’s Aquarium of Canada – a full world of 16,000 aquatic pets and underwater adventure. The Aquarium features North America’s longest underwater viewing tunnel with more than 5.7 million litres of liquid and over 100 interactive options. Get fully up near and private with three touch displays featuring horseshoe crabs, sharks, and rays plus everyday diving reveals every 2 hours.

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NOTE: I always carry an additional storage device and battery pack but not this day. I took this chance and attempted to notice it regarding the camera screen. Got a note having said that reinsert the memory card, we never ever took it!!!! I eliminated it and put it in but still couldn’t read the card and take photos. Therefore the after that shots in come from my child (very few). We just utilized a few since most of their included their kiddies so I will likely not put them on Flickr.

When I returned to the household I inserted another card and every little thing had been fine. Washed connections regarding the other card (bad one) with a pencil eraser therefore worked good and I also recovered most of the pictures. We have never made use of the card once again – had it replaced.

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< a href=" http://www.flickr.com/photos/7310714@N06/3450140478 "> Wootang01 9.4.09 The trip got here in a timely manner; and the twelve hrs while aboard passed swiftly as well as without case. To be sure, the high quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary when again.

Heathrow advises me of Newark International. The décor comes right out of the clean and sterile 80’s as well as is less an eyesore than a subdued background to the rhythm of human task, such stress, at the fore. There absolutely are faces from all races existing, producing a rich mosaic of humanity which is revitalizing if not entirely rejuvenating after swimming for so lengthy in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.

Web gain access to is secured in England, it appears. Absolutely nothing is cost-free; whatever is egregiously monetized from the cordless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I presume Hong Kong has actually ruined me with its bountiful, cost-free access to the info superhighway.

11.4.09 In spite of remaining in a room with five various other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The bed mattress and cushion are company; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the resting quarters are as dark as a cavern when the lights are out, and also just as bright as, probably, a dreary wet day when on. In conclusion, St. Paul’s is an excellent place to remain for the gregarious, adventurous, as well as penurious city explorer – couchsurfing might be a tenable choice; I’ll test for following time.

Yesterday Connie and I stuffed ourselves at the borough market where there were all kinds of savory, savory victuals. There was most definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be discovered almost everywhere; and high as the meat abounded, and also genuine, so were the dairy specials, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Naturally, we cleaned these delicious nibbles with generous amounts of alcohol that streamed from cups as though brownish-yellow falls. For the very first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like cozy, rancid fruit punch – the perfect restorative for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later on eliminated the mid-day at the club, shooting the wind while imbibing a number of diminutive half-pints in the process. Obtaining shattered at 4 in the mid-day doesn’t appear like such a poor point anymore, especially when you are enjoying in the business of good friends; I could much more appreciate why the English do it so a lot!

Previously in the day, we saw the Tate Modern. Its generator room measured up to its prominent invoicing what with a gigantic crawler, full with round egg cavity, securing the retrospective display. The permanent galleries, as well, were a pleasure after which to feast one’s eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the top floors with the items of their supple wrists; and also I ended up coming to be a big fan of cubism, while creating a disdain for abstract art and its superficial pictures, which, I feel, are devoid of both inspiration and feeling.

My initial trip yesterday early morning was to Emirates Stadium, residence of the Collection Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its greatness, the area sure was peaceful! Company did select up later on, nonetheless, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans came down on it like to a hive. I, also, stroked know a gift-buying objective, as well as wound up purchasing a publication for Godfrey, a headscarf for a student, and also a jacket – on sale, certainly – for excellent step.

I’m sitting in the Westminster Abbey Gallery now, relaxing my fatigued legs as well as burdened back. Thus far, I have actually been verily excited with exactly what I’ve seen, such a confluence of elegance and also background prior to me that it would require days to absorb everything, when regretfully I can spare only a couple of hours. My preferred component of the abbey is the poets catch where no less a literary star than Samuel Johnson rests in peace – his breast validates his comfortable visibility, which was so clearly captured in his bio.

For lunch I had a steak and also ale pie, served with mash, taken along with a Guinness, additional cold – 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It decreased well, like all the other scrumptious dishes I’ve had in England; and no question now I have expanded familiar with intemperance at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and also my lunch was full.

Having had my fill of football, I determined to avoid my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge as well as instead roamed over to the British Museum to evaluate their substantial collections. Along the road, my eye caught a cinema, its doors vast open as well as confessing customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the program times, saw that an efficiency was readied to begin, and finally hurried to the box workplace to buy a discounted ticket – if you call a 40 pound ticket an offer, that is. That’s exactly how I got hold of a seat to see Hairspray in the West End.

The program deserved forty extra pounds. The songs was addicting; and also the phase design as well as effects were not so much gaudy as wonderfully promoting – the pulsating history lights went to when scintillating and passing through. The actors too were lively, exuding charisma while they danced and delivered lines trickling in wit. Hairspray is a top quality manufacturing as well as most definitely recommended.

12.4.09 At breakfast I rested across from a male that asked me to which nation Hong Kong had actually been returned – China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he began spewing on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my morning meal coming to be the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being positioned. I presume I comprehend the convention nowadays of covering one’s mouth whilst talking and masticating at the exact same time!

We in fact chatted on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial assimilation, the act of which is a prodigious jump of confidence for any culture, attempting to be comprehensive, accepting all type of people. It wasn’t as though the Brits were attempting in vain to be all points to all guys, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans as well as, even, Hindi with the Indians, no matter of whether or not Hindi was their indigenous language; not even considering the silly concept of urging the international fostering of their language; consequently completely maintaining English in English hands as well as allowing its honored polyglots to “” practice” their languages. Certainly, the effort of the Londoners to make use themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, as well as to look for an usual understanding with an ubiquitous English accent is a prototype, as well as the bedrock for any kind of world city.

I celebrated Jesus’ rebirth at the St. Andrew’s Street Church in Cambridge. The of this Baptist church were warm as well as gracious, as well as I met several of them, including one seeing (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan college in Guangzhou, who as a matter of fact had actually seen my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was much more traditional and also the believers fewer in number compared to the “” dynamic” services at any of the charming, evangelical churches in HK; yet that’s just what makes this part of the body of Christ one-of-a-kind; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, as well as interesting no much less; the power word which talked right into my life being a concern from John 21:22- just what is that to you? Big trees; exquisite lawns; as well as old, sharp universities; that’s Cambridge essentially. Resting here, drinking on a half-pint of Woodforde’s Wherry, I’ve had a leisurely, if not languorous, day thus far; my single responsibility containing walking around while soaking up the green environment as though a sponge, electronic camera in tow. I am back at the sublime beer, relishing a pint of Sharp’s DoomBar before my fish and chips show up; the legal age is 18, however any person whose visage even hints of younger luster is most likely to obtain carded these days, the bartender informed me. The youth alcohol consumption society here is almost as twisted as the college alcohol consumption society in America. My keep in Cambridge, relaxing as well as desultory maybe, will end hereafter late lunch. I a not exactly sure if there is anything entrusted to see, conserve for the American graveyard which rests an impossible 2 miles away. I have had a remarkable time in this community; and also am glad for the accessibility into its living background- the locals right here have to demonstrate amazing persistence as well as tolerance what with numerous visitors ambling on the streets, peering -and also photographing- right into every nook and cranny. 13.4.09 There are no rubbish bins, yet I have actually seen on the streets many combined race couples in

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guys have a tendency to be white- the women likewise belonging to a light colored ethnic culture, normally some kind of Oriental; too saw some black men and also Indian guys with white chicks. Individuals right here hold doors, even at the entry to the commode. Sometimes it looks like though they are chancing

, simply waiting for the one that will certainly take the obligation for the door from them, at which point I rush out to alleviate them of such an arbitrary concern. I went to the British Museum this morning. Both hrs I spent there did neither myself neither the exhibitions any justice because there
actually is also much to study, enough exciting things to last an entire day, I assume. The bottomless well of artefacts from antiquity, attracting from resources as varied as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit rating to the British empire, without whose looting the majority of this fantastic booty would certainly be inaccessible for our purview; far better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be available to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and also worst yet, in the hands of dishonest collectors or in the rubbish container, possibly. Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Music hall in the afternoon. The building is a deluxe wonder, and a testament to this city’s love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the very first fifty percent transcending to the second, where the active dancers demonstrated their incredible mastery in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cape of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a dismal necropolis, did strike me as, weird. 2 friendly women from Kent persuaded me to visit their home town tomorrow, where, they informed me, the authentic, “working

” Leeds Castle and also the mighty fascinating house of Charles Darwin await. I’m taking care of a pint of Environment-friendly King Ruddles and also questioning concerning “the abundance of British ales and also lagers; the British have actually done a fantastic deed for the world by producing an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that could be taken pleasure in at morning meal, lunch, tea and also dinner; and also their disservice is this: besides this endless supply of affordable beer ensnaring my internal alcoholic, I feel myself placing on my freshman fifteen, nearly ten years after the truth; I am going to have to run a little bit harder back in Hong Kong if I wish to shed all this malty gas off. Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery considering that we remained in the location; as well as it was an hour well spent. The gallery presently provides a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section which features a number of sexy renderings, consisting of David snooping on Bathsheba -repeated in clever versions- as well as parodies of various other masters’ jobs. Moreover, the main gallery houses two incredible portraits by Joshua Reynolds, that occurs to be favorite of mine, he in life being a buddy of Samuel Johnson- I went by Boswells, where its name first fulfilled Johnson, on my means to the music hall. 14.4.09 I hoped last evening, as well as underwent my list, lifting every person on it approximately the Lord. That really felt good; that God is active currently, and also ever before existing in my life as well as in the lives of my brothers as well as sisters.

Doubtless, then, I have actually really felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, remaining in an area where religious fervor, it appears, is a thing of the past, a trifling

for many, to be hidden away in the nontransparent corners of centuries-old basilicas that are much more expensive traveler locations compared to liberating houses of praise nowadays. Certainly, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I went to in Cambridge- for such an overjoyed minute in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was just participated in by at most 3 dozen spirited ones. The people of England, as well as Europe generally, have, it is my hope, only secured away words, delegating it to the peaceful vault of their hearts. May it be gotten in the unexpected time out before nourishments and also in the still crisp early mornings and awesome, silent nights. There is still really hope for a revival in this location, for belief to climb like that remarkable sunlight every early morning. God would certainly love to rescue them, to supply them in this day, it is specific. I question just what Londoners think, if anything at all, concerning their authorities state which, like a creeping plant in the shadows, has taken root in all edges of every day life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which beg Londoners to report all points dubious, to both of dogs which excitedly walk with Euston. Exactly what makes this the more extraordinary is the fact that even the USA, the unbeatable nemesis of the recently established, rebel order, does not risk bombard its citizens with such fear mongering nowadays, particularly with Obama in workplace; perhaps we’ve grown smart in these previous few years to the suspicious returns of giving up civil liberties to the state, of having our bags inspected almost everywhere- London Eye; Hairspray; as well as The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn’t build up for me. I remain in a stunning bookshop on New Road in Birmingham, and also absolutely to verify my uncertainties, there are just as lots of publications on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are publications which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did locate, nevertheless, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and also The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I might select up the previous. Lunch with Sally was positive as well as mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant neighboring New Street -yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally as well as I both attempted their omelette, while her partner had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity existed as well as so was our thinking back

regarding those short lived minutes throughout our very first year in Hong Kong; it is outstanding just how friendships can return to so all of a sudden with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle -they also suggested that I visit Cadbury Globe, however they can not handle extra visitors currently, the tourist office team notified me, much to my dissatisfaction! Seeing Warwick Castle really produced a terrific day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a garish vacationer catch as a thorough conservation of history, at times a sillier variation of Ocean Park while at others a dignified devotion to a most remarkable
, necessarily English past. The castle accommodates all visitors; as well as not remarkably, that which delighted all target markets was a large trebuchet siege engine, which for the 5 p.m. performance tossed a fireball high as well as far into the air- fantastic! Taliban beware! 15.4.09 I’m leaving on a jet aircraft this evening; aren’t sure when I’ll be back in England again. I’ll miss this eccentric, yet charming location; as well as that I will miss out on Irene and Tom that so generously welcomed me right into their house, fed me, and also endured my use their bathroom as well as shower goes without saying. I’m happy for God’s lots of blessings on this trip. On the schedule today

is a journey to John Wesley’s home, followed by a check out to the Imperial War Museum. Currently today I got a tube of Oilatum, a week late probably, which Teri suggested I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weak point of mine- I enjoy to report that my skin has actually quit sobbing. John Wesley’s home lives

as well as well. Providers are still held in the church everyday; and its crypt, so much from being a cellar for the dead, is an intense, roomy gallery in which all things Wesley get on screen -I never ever realized how much of a renowned number he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, paradoxical by itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles went to their pinnacle. Your house itself is a multi-story erection with narrow, sheer staircases and roomy rooms enhanced in an 18th century fashion. I discovered Samuel Johnson’s house within a puzzle of red brick concealed alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the guy that composed the English thesaurus, and whose tireless love for unknown words became the motivation for my very own lexical fixation, this, by much, is the orgasm of my browse through to England! The most effective certainly has actually been saved for last. There are a wide range of pictures hanging around your home like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, carefully retold on the crib sheets in each area. Celebrities are plentiful, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer photos in the residence. I have developed a certain affinity for Oliver Jeweler, of which Boswell composes,” His individual was
short, his sanction coarse as well as off-color, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly influencing the very easy gentleman. It appears as though I, as well, might use a much more flattering description of myself! I regretfully couldn’t quit to attempt the curry in England; I think the CityU canteen’s take on the meal will need to do. I did, however, have the suitable job of flirting with the adorable Cathay Pacific respond to team that examined me in. She was lovely in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond jewelries, she claimed; and her tiny, fragile face, commanded by a posh British accent made her positively alluring, impressive. Not just did

she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with passion; she has to be a pro at this by currently. I saw her once more as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my pursuit for curry; and also in the fog of infatuation, where nary a male has been made, I stumbled my words like the careless child that has actually had excessive strike. I am just an amateur, alas, an” Oliver Goldsmith” with the ladies- I got no video game- booyah! Some last, consequential little bits: as a result of the chavs, Burberry no more offers those fashionable baseball caps; as a result of the IRA, rubbish containers are no more an asset on the roads of London, and because of this, the streets and the Underground of the city are a dirtied mess; as well as because of other terrorists from distant, a lot more arid lands, experiencing a Western airport has handled the routine of perfunctory procedure that does not “make me really feel any more secure from my undetectable adversaries. Finally, I saw a lot of Indians working at Heathrow that I can have quickly mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their existence stunned me because their part of the general populace surely must be much less compared to their portion of Heathrow team, suggesting some strange hiring bias. No matter, they do an outstanding work with brief flight terminal checks, as well as generally are absurdly amusing and also witty when not thoughtless. That’s all for England! Bad Credit report?< img alt= "negative credit rating bank card" src= "https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3327/5792929304_430ca048f5.jpg "size=" 400"/ > Picture by< a href =" http://www.flickr.com/photos/53500715@N08/5792929304" > natloans Debt card-financial background

Robert Lansing, with Isis the Cat, Star Trek TOS, “Assignment: world,” 1968

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Robert Lansing, with Isis the Cat, Star Trek TOS, “Assignment: world,” 1968
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Celebrity Trek: Season 2, Episode 26, "Assignment: Earth"
First U.S. broadcast day: March 29, 1968

Synopsis, via IMDb:
While back in its history watching world in 1968, the business staff encounters the mystical Gary Seven having their own agenda in the world.

This episode of "Star Trek" featured guest performers Robert Lansing (June 5, 1928 – October 23, 1994) and Teri Garr (b. December 11, 1947, billed as Terri Garr).

Some trivia about that "Star Trek" event, via IMDb:
The first draft script was not a "Star Trek" project. Gary Seven had been an Earthman from the future who had previously been sent back eventually to combat the Omegans, an evil alien people who’d learned time vacation. "Assignment: Earth" was written to present a hoped-for spin-off number of exactly the same title which never ever materialised. The series would have featured Robert Lansing as Gary Seven, Barbara Babcock as Isis, and Teri Garr as Roberta Lincoln. Within the brand new show, the intrepid trio will have worked to be sure humanity achieved the destiny glimpsed via the "Star Trek" characters and Seven’s mysterious extraterrestrial information.
 
This event features one of the primary utilizes of stock video footage of very first test launch of Saturn V moon rocket in November 1967.
 
Barbara Babcock provided the vocals for the Beta-5 computer system, plus the pet Isis’ vocalisations. But Victoria Vetri, Playboy Playmate of 1968, portrayed Isis in real human type. Had the series gone into production, it is not understood whether Vetri would have been readily available for the spin-off.
 
Spock mentions all occasions which are to occur thereon date the Enterprise travelled back in time to your 20th century and came across Gary Seven. On the list of occasions pointed out ended up being an essential governmental murder. Whilst ended up, there were eventually two essential political assassinations in 1968: just six times after this episode broadcast on March 29, 1968, Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. was shot and killed in Memphis, Tennessee on April 4, 1968, and two months later on, on June 6, 1968, Senator Robert F. Kennedy was killed in Los Angeles, California on the night he won the Ca Democratic presidential primary.
 
Three black colored kitties were utilized for the role of Isis.
 
No views for this event were in fact shot at Cape Kennedy itself. The illusion to be in Florida ended up being accomplished by using a variety of stock footage and Paramount studio locations.
 
The aliens which Gary Seven represents call on their own "The Aegis" – another term for "shield". Gary’s tool/weapon is called a "servo". The Marvel Comics, fictional company S.H.I.E.L.D. (Strategic Hazard Intervention, Espionage & Logistics Directorate) had been depicted as S.E.R.V.O., which appears like "brain" (cerveau) in French.
 
Gary Seven’s "servo" is employed in this event in ways not unlike Doctor that is "sonic screwdriver," which was in fact ‘invented’ when it comes to now-famous BBC show just a couple of many years earlier in the day. Whether this really is coincidence or perhaps the article authors had some understanding of physician Who’s now-iconic device is not known.
 
While on launch base and showing his ID on security person, Mr. Seven shows a nationwide Security Agency credential card. The NSA was among the worst held government secrets, but had not been publicly acknowledged until nearly 25 years next event originally aired.

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Robert Lansing, with Isis the Cat, celebrity Trek TOS, “Assignment: Earth,” 1968
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Image by classic_film
Celebrity Trek: period 2, Episode 26, "Assignment: Earth"
First U.S. broadcast time: March 29, 1968

Synopsis, via IMDb:
While back in its history observing world in 1968, the Enterprise staff encounters the mysterious Gary Seven who has his or her own agenda on earth.

This bout of "Star Trek" featured guest stars Robert Lansing (Summer 5, 1928 – October 23, 1994) and Teri Garr (b. December 11, 1947, billed as Terri Garr).

Some trivia about this "Star Trek" event, via IMDb:
The first draft script had not been a "Star Trek" task. Gary Seven had been an Earthman from future who had previously been sent back with time to fight the Omegans, an evil alien those who’d mastered time vacation. "Assignment: Earth" had been written to introduce a hoped-for spin-off series of similar title which never ever materialised. The show could have showcased Robert Lansing as Gary Seven, Barbara Babcock as Isis, and Teri Garr as Roberta Lincoln. When you look at the brand new show, the intrepid trio will have worked to make sure humanity achieved the fate glimpsed through the "Star Trek" figures and Seven’s mystical extraterrestrial information.
 
This episode features among the first uses of stock footage of the very first test launch regarding the Saturn V moon rocket in November 1967.
 
Barbara Babcock supplied the voice associated with the Beta-5 computer system, plus the pet Isis’ vocalisations. But Victoria Vetri, Playboy Playmate of 1968, portrayed Isis in human being kind. Had the show gone into manufacturing, it is not known whether Vetri would have been readily available for the spin-off.
 
Spock mentions most of the occasions that are to occur on that time the Enterprise travelled back in its history to your twentieth century and met Gary Seven. Among the list of activities pointed out ended up being a significant governmental assassination. Because turned out, there have been finally two important governmental assassinations in 1968: just six times after this event broadcast on March 29, 1968, Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. ended up being shot and killed in Memphis, Tennessee on April 4, 1968, as well as 2 months later on, on June 6, 1968, Senator Robert F. Kennedy ended up being killed in la, Ca on the night which he won the Ca Democratic presidential primary.
 
Three black colored kitties were used when it comes to part of Isis.
 
No views for this event had been in fact shot at Cape Kennedy it self. The illusion of being in Florida was attained by utilizing a variety of stock video footage and Paramount studio areas.
 
The aliens which Gary Seven signifies call themselves "The Aegis" – another word for "shield". Gary’s tool/weapon is recognized as a "servo". The Marvel Comics, imaginary company S.H.I.E.L.D. (Strategic Hazard Intervention, Espionage & Logistics Directorate) ended up being portrayed as S.E.R.V.O., which sounds like "brain" (cerveau) in French.
 
Gary Seven’s "servo" is used in this episode in many ways perhaps not unlike Doctor Who’s "sonic screwdriver," which was indeed ‘invented’ for the now-famous BBC series just a few many years previously. Whether that is coincidence or perhaps the article writers had some knowing of Doctor who is now-iconic device is unknown.
 
While in the launch base and showing their ID to your safety person, Mr. Seven reveals a nationwide safety Agency credential card. The NSA was among worst kept government secrets, but had not been openly recognized until almost 25 many years after this episode originally aired.

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