A Couple More Things

I wasn't warned about possibly the most curious thing about life in the U.K. I, apparently, am the only one who cares. But thusfar, the weirdest thing I have encountered is the regulation of the temperature of tap water. In the US, you can balance the hot and cold knobs to create one stream of universal water temperature. Not so here. The hot water and the cold water remain completely separate as they exit the faucet, and only mix together when they form a puddle in the sink. This makes doing dishes interesting. One side of the flow is literally too hot to touch, while the other is ice cold. Either way, touching the water is neither smart nor safe. Once again, I question the reports that we receive from abroad travelers as they tell us their stories. How can they leave something this obscene and crucial out of their tales? Baffling.

Let me just give you an idea of what I have to go through every Sunday, knowing NFL games are being played in the states. I am watching the live unveling of a giant 10 metre by 5 metre portrait of King Henry VIII, with 108 small canvases making up one giant painting. I'm telling you, they need to have fantasy live giant painting ceremonies. Imagine that following.

I guess in order to fully understand why people tell you never to consume a hot dog from a street vendor here, you really should find out why. And find out I did. And let me say, the bun was good. I'll defend that. The only problem was that it was nearly impossible to distinguish between the texture of the bun and that of the hot dog. And the meat. Oh the meat. Apparently, they take whatever's left over from the nearest pub's shepherd's pie or beef stew and mold it into a dog. It's terrible quality, just crumbles in your mouth. I also made the mistake of asking for mustard. There's a reason you won't find it in any pub or restaurant here. It's disgusting. I literally had to chew it. So please, take my word and don't give in to your temptation to try a hot dog on the street in London.