Whine whine whine.  Some people (no names will be named) seem to feel a sense of entitlement to read about the kick-ass adventures of your author.  While this sentiment is entirely understandable, I would like to stress that reading this blog is a privilege, not a right.  I, and I alone, hold the power to grant or revoke that privilege at any time.  However, it is a well-documented fact that I succumb very easily to peer pressure, so without further introduction...

So I suppose I should talk about my job.  I work for an economic consulting firm that deals primarily with the European Union.  In all honesty, I think that the work they do is fascinating, and I've learned a lot about economic analysis and about the EU in the four days that I've been there.  I wish I could speak more positively about the other aspects.  Admittedly, my experience working in offices is extremely limited, but I feel confident that this one is particularly boring.  Basically I would define my role as the office bitch.  There are two other interns in the office, but they're actually paid interns who had to interview for the job and work full-time.  As such, they're much smarter than me and they get all of the good bitch work.  My responsibilities include data-mining, making spreadsheets, proofreading reports, and facebook chatting.  I wish I could say some more about my job, but there really isn't much to talk about with regards to it.  I can say that our receptionist has kind of a Beasley thing going on.  So that's nice.  I can also say that getting on the Piccadilly line every morning is one of the less-enjoyable experiences of my day.  I had to punch a pregnant woman the other day just to get a spot.*

Hmm...other stuff.  Yesterday was the fourth of July, as I'm sure my American readers will know, and I did my best Bill Pullman impression.  As much as I'd like to say that someone made a cape out of an American flag and got in a fight with a member of the British National Party, nothing of the sort happened.  What did happen was that we booked an open-air double decker bus sponsored by Corona.  I'm not 100% sure why Corona would give a group of college students a free bus tour around London featuring unlimited free drinks, but I can say that I did not complain once during the entire journey.  Always look on the bright side - that's my motto.  The bus trip culminated at a restaurant called the Texas Embassy, which, despite it's unintentionally hilarious name, actually had really great Mexican food.  Perhaps it's the fact that I haven't had real Mexican food in 3+ weeks, but I thought that this Mexican food was actually good Mexican food.  Like, this restaurant would have made it in Southern Arizona.  It was terrific.  However, I may be biased by the fact that they were playing baseball on the TV's upstairs.  I have never been happier to see Johnny Damon in my life.

Today we took a tour of the BBC.  It was relatively enjoyable, but it could have been better.  I was hoping to see a taping of Golden Balls, but you can't have it all in life, you know. (Aside: Golden Balls is perhaps the most fantastic hour of television ever created.  I really hope that some American billionaire buys the TV rights to syndicate it in the US, because I think that I will go through withdrawals once I leave the country.  It's that good.  I would try and explain it, but it's perhaps the most hopelessly convoluted game show in the history of the genre.  That's part of the appeal, I think: I enjoy it simply because I'm so proud that I understand it.  At the Imperial College pub tonight, they have these machines where you can play these quiz games and win 20 pounds.  I played the Golden Balls game about six times.  That's three quid down the drain.  One time I had three Killers in my opening draw and I still couldn't close out the game.  It killed me.  Anyways...)  Oh yeah, BBC.  It was fun.  I got to read the news and I won a free BBC tours pen.  Probably one of the top ten moments in my life.  My tour guide described my news reading performance as "probably the best in the entire second half of the afternoon."  High praise if there ever was one.

So...that's all I've got for tonight.  I'm going to Dover tomorrow.  Hope it's fun.  Also, I fulfilled a lifelong dream of mine today and bought an Adidas track jacket.  I'm still kind of on a high from that.

p.s.  No matter what rumours you've heard, I've never snuck into the Hyde Park playground after closing.

*That's not actually true.