Go an boil your bottoms you empty headed food trough wipers

(photos: me scolding the fake pageboy at the Sherlock Holmes museum; me and the snazzy, dignified old man who worked there; Holmes study that i want to have in my house one day; handing an oil lamp to fake figures; i make a rather striking detective,yeah?)

I got some money back by returning a book that I apparently do not need for class, and then I promptly spent it at the bookstore across the street on tickets to a lecture series featuring Rupert Everett ( of the Importance of Being Earnest and My Best Friend’s Wedding fame). That takes place on Wednesday, though the book comes out on Monday. Hopefully he doesn’t expect us to have it read by Wednesday, because i must say that that may be a bit far fetched.

On the way back to school I saw some friends who were going to the Sherlock Holmes Museum down the street from the college ( we live right by Baker Street so many things are Sherlock themed). So I turned right around , paid my 6 quid and went into the museum that is set up exactly as Sherlocks house is described in the books. I wish I had read more of them, because it looked as though it would have been even more fun if I caught all the book references. Holmes’ study is the perfect room. I want to one day have a room just like it. Then I will live a happy life. My friends and I took a number of silly photos with the various lifesize figures of criminal and victims. More exciting though, was taking a photo wth a suit wearing, bowler derby clad, white haired, moustached man who worked there. I wanted to buy a deerstalker hat, but since I don’t want any restraining orders from woodland creatures, I refrained. For a very small museum, it was a lot of fun, my dear Watsons.

Finally, we watched monty python and the holy grail, because some people I know here have not seen it and I fully believe that that should be a box you need to fill out on the immigration form to get in. You should not be admitted entrance into the fine country of England unless you can recite at least one line from the French Taunter. Now go away, you sons of a silly person.