You know it’s the strangest thing. Moving to another place takes a fair amount and once you are basically done you have little inclination to do anything else. For instance, this very morning the Lord of Leisure woke up and then proceeded to watch Futurama for the entire morning before retiring to the hollowed out monkey carcass known as the “Kitchen” to prepare his brunch.

A mixture of pot noodle, orange juice and sandwiches. Some would say that is the food of champions, while the vast majority of people would say, he’s going to die in less than 5 minutes when his heart finally packs in.

It’s been a few days since the move down to the capital took place and it’s been a varied mixture of emotions. Mostly that of concern and sadness given the fact that the place where I am staying currently is being held together with sellotape and mould growing from the toilet outwards.

Fair comment, but nevertheless it will do for the time being up until another place can be sourced or not, as the time progresses we will find out where the best places to be are, the ideal rental establishment and of course where all the dirty sexy fun time ladies all hang out. We of course, will also find out if it is worth staying here to fight the battle on a daily basis or, like the French, run away at the earliest possible opportunity.*

After a tidy-up of the current residence over the weekend, some exploration has already taken place. Well, why not? You can’t spend all your free time locaked away playing Team Fortress 2….can you? The vital location of the 24 hour ASDA has been revealed, allowing the users of such a place to stock up on vital alcohol whenever those pseky withdrawel shivers start again.

Canary Wharf, a mere 20 minutes walk away, was rather an interesting but brief experience, as you do start seeing the gap between people with and without money.

As the Lord of Leisure sat down in a fancy wine bar, mixing it up with the locals to make them feel at ease around such a great man, conversations were abound about a boat trip taken by some upcoming bankers (yes feel free to make the joke) or as it may turn out, future employees of Burger King after the banks feel it’s time to cut loose more dead weight just to keep the shareholders happy.

It’s only until you are there that you actually know what some of them seem to be like. One also wonders where they are still getting the money from a time of economic downturn….

The south bank of the river for instance has a few places to visit such as the BFI, whose beer prices were laughable at best to the Tate modern, whose art is laughable at best.

The centre of town is pretty much easy to navigate thanks to the endless investment made by the government to make sure that the tourists are directed to the places where their hard earned money can be ripped away from them like babies from their new mothers, except well, the money doesn’t cry or poo all over it’s nappies. Ok, bad example.

But there are gems to be found, often in plain sight:

No, this is not a joke, the Zimbabwe tourism office located on the Strand, is open for business, ready to welcome and persecute you at a moment’s notice. They also offer an excellent weight loss program, see in store for details. One wonders if there is one for Iraq, I hear it’s nice this time of year….

Another thing so far worthy of interest is the transport system. £93 so far has sorted unlimited travel for the month ahead, but also it appears that the system falls down every so often, as attested to by the Docklands Light railway having a broken train at Canary Wharf, thus buggering up the entire service for some reason. The best thing to grab hold of about all this is: well it beats driving.

Tomorrow will be another day of investigation before the main work finally begins on Thursday for the new company. Once more unto the breach, dear friends…..

*Yes, we know this is not accurate but you have to admit it’s funny.