I know I complained about it, but even though the weather was as good as it can be, I stayed inside to watch Holland – Serbia/Monte Negro at 3pm. 3pm UK time that was, which was about an hour too late, so I missed the first half. I keep forgetting that I am living in another timezone now.
After this act of misplaced nationalism, I needed some fresh air. And I knew where to get it. Hopping off at Belsize Park (Northern Line), I began walking, on my way to Hampstead Heath (a big park in the north of London).
But just before the real climbing began (I was heading for Parliament Hill) I needed some water. And how convenient – I passed a Marks & Spencers.
Now we all know about their overrated counters for under 5 items, right. But M&S made up for that today, because they were selling – are you ready for this, as I surely wasn’t – Bill Nighy chocolates. Or rather Davy Jones chocolates, but Bill is Davy, and Davy is Bill, so they are basically Bill Nighy chocolates, on a stick.
Did I buy some ? Of course I did. Now he is not only chocolate for the ears, but also chocolate for the, brains I guess. And I won’t get anyway near describing what and how and why, but I bought two of them, and you can figure out yourself what I am going to do with them.
Exactly. Eat him, obviously.
Eat them. Eat them, I mean.
Hampstead Heath on the other hand (let’s change the subject before I am getting myself in trouble) is huge and beautiful, and Parliament Hill is one of the highest points here (> 90 meter) and it has a marvelous view over London. From Canary Warf, the Millenium Dome, the Gerkin, St. Pauls Cathedral, Westminster tower to the tv tower in Crystal Palace, you can see it all. A nice place if you want a break from hectic city life.
And with all the seats available to sit on, it is a perfect place to indulge some, erhm, chocolate.