So I love living in this city. The public transportation is amazing.
But about one day a week I absolutely refuse to get on the underground.
No day in particular; but sometimes you just gotta take it easy and
stay at surface level. This was that day. So we kicked around London a
bit. The cool thing about London is that you find stuff without even
meaning to.
On our quest for a Banksy we stumbled across a home of Charles Dickens. We also came across the church where Wilkie Collins (Woman in White) was christened. Nutty.
So anyways, we found where Banksy's "parachuting rat" used to be. I ducked into a bookshop and queried the man at the desk when we couldn't find anything and he pointed across the street to where it had been. Unfortunately since the art is technically graffiti the place has to paint over it or let any punk with a can of spray paint tag up their store. Its cool though. Being there was enough :)So off I went to the museum just around from the school that I hadn't been to. Sherlock Holmes!
The cool thing about the museum was all the references that only the book savvy will catch on to. It was a cool little museum. Was it worth the 6 pounds?... For a nerd such as myself I'm glad just to say that I've been but I wouldn't recommend it to the amateur enthusiast.
This was where I got to discover my fear of wax figures. I assure all readers that I had no idea it was a fear. We had just been kicking around the idea earlier that day of going to Madame Tussauds, who is around the corner from school. I walked into the 3rd floor of the museum and saw about, what I assumed, was a dozen people. I got a little freaked out when none of them moved. I identified them as wax figures and just got freaked out. Those things are unnatural and creepy. Maybe I've just spent too much time in haunted houses where anything vaguely humanoid is liable to jump out at you. I don't care. No wax figures! I could not relax from the moment I saw them and I could barely bring myself to get closer and turn my back on a few. It was a quiet night after that.
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