In taking a break from thinking, something I do often these days, it was time for a random blog post about wandering round and see what new and exciting things were going on that ultimately doesn’t lead anywhere…

For starters it was the monthly protest against the scientologists in residence over in Tottenham Court Road:

Ah, isn’t it nice when people can get together dressed as Darth Vader and the guy from V for something to complain about a dead man’s make believe fantasy that not many people believe in which is currently getting sued in France for fraud? Hey, who am I to say anything, some people have a drink problem, some drink 170 coffees a day to make sure they don’t fall asleep, and these guys have found their hobby. Everybody’s happy!

And then it was over to Regent Street as they had closed most of it off to get people down for a taste of Spain.

Yes, for a brief time, you could wander round the area looking in various white tents with different things that Spain offers, such as a fashion show where all men were at the front wishing they could do something about the tight trouser situation they were now facing with the wives/girlfriends standing at the back looking annoyed.

There was also a main stage where we had various acts on during the afternoon including some dancing and for some reason, Scottish bagpipe players….err….ok I may not know everything about the Spanish culture, let’s be fair, I still think Super Noodles is the best contribution to Western civilisation since electricity. But pretty sure that music came from somewhere else…wait, need to ask resident Spanish expert at work….

Several hours later…

Right, apparently they could be Galician or Asturian. I have no idea what that means.

Mind you, forgive me for being the cynic, which let’s be fair, since being down here has become incredibly easy, it seems that such is the level of desperation of wanting people to spend their cash going back abroad instead of staying at home, that things like this are bound to happen more and more, as most of the tents are were about “Visit here, we have running water” or “Visit Cordoba, the fatality rate is actually lower than you think.”

But it’s not often you have Regent Street closed to traffic, and it’s not often you get to eat paella from a big wok in the middle of a street so it’s all good! And I suppose that was an afternoon spent out in the sunshine which we’re not used to here in Blighty, with a good hour spent lying in the park by Buckingham Palace, without worrying about anything that’s broken, it was what the doctor finally ordered. Granted this whole post is not dealing with the massive issues of the day or asking profound questions but then again; bugger it.