there was only one thing that pissed me off about the trip to London this weekend…

my dad was constantly shocked at the price of everything. it’s like he didn’t know everything was ridiculously over-priced. he was complaining that he’d spent just over £60 in a day. which, in all fairness, isn’t that bad. he’s been to London more times than me, so he should know how expensive everything is.

I mean, we went to the Sherlock Holmes Museum and he was pissing and moaning that he had to pay £6 to “see a fucking old house”. what the hell?!

I wanted to go to some other places too. but because he was being such a whining sod about money, I decided not to bring up that I wanted to see the British Museum and visit the Tate Gallery.