Premier Inn Twickenham Stadium
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I went out to the Portabello Rd markets round 10am. Lovely to wander in amongst all the antique stall, brick a brack and clothes. Meet Tony and boys at 11am and got some food for breakfast from street stalls. Choice was quite good. By the time we then headed up to the tube at 11.30 the markets were jammed, and not so much fun. Boys and I got the tube to Kew Gardens. Tony went onto Richmond to a lunch Guy Locke had organized - Guy, Paul ...
So not much of a story... I did leave the lovely pub in Wimbledon where we are staying in the morning to go for a run through Wimbledon Common... No, didn't see any Wombles, only golfers and squirrels. We left early to head to Twickenham... Stopped at the 'Fan Zone' in Richmond (i.e. Big screen, picnic rug, food and drink). Then walked ...
... on the freeway this time & it took us about 5 hours. Had some trouble finding the return car rental but in the end all good. Dropped of car & then I found I left my phot behind so it was back on the airport shuttle to get my phone. All good & back to airport. Then we had to catch up with our transfer from the airport to our hotel in London & that took some doing but in the end all ...
... we could spot across the field, the rest of the stadium was full of English supporters and boy did they make their presence known. We just couldn't drown them out. Note to self for the RWC Australia we need a good song that everyone can sing. The English have 'carry them home’, which must sound amazing as a player out on the field because it sounds bloody impressive being a spectator. We drank, we took photos, we joined in ...
... when the Queen inspects her troops in a lavish exhibition in Horse Guards Parade and is done with such pomp and ceremony as only the British can do. So back to the Lord Mayors show... In olden days, it was a means, decreed by the king, for the Lord Mayor to be seen so that he could be recognised by all and sundry that he lorded over.
Now about twelve years ago I was given an honour by the City and made what they call a Freeman. The reality of it ...