Of the wide variety of museums to visit in London, for some reason, I opted to go to the London Transport Museum. I say for some reason, as though I am not actually a total nerd for trains and the underground and the history of both. It’s really a wonder I haven’t been before. The museum is situated near Covent Garden and claims to let you “discover London’s history at the world’s leading museum of urban transport, online, in our Museum and at our Depot.

I just heard about the £12.5 million revamp of the London Eye. Do you know what they’re doing? They’re taking each pod off, one at a time, and replacing them with a temporary one that doesn’t carry passengers. Each pod is then floated down the Thames to Essex, before being transported to Worcester. The refit takes place, the pod is returned to its rightful place and the next one gets the same treatment.

It’s rare that I write about the big things on my blog. It’s not very often that I have anything worthwhile to say about something important. Ask me who my favourite pop star is or whether I like cheese and you’ll get a ten-page essay, but ask me what I think about the horrors of yesterday, and I don’t know what to say. Last night, I just sat and thought about what was going on.

Back in the days when Mr C and I first began spending quite a lot of time together, we went to London several times, and on one of these journeys, I was introduced to the phenomenon that is “Underground Bridges”. I have mentioned them briefly before but not in too much detail. Basically, entering London on the M4, you travel through what any normal person would call a tunnel. But Mr C absent-mindedly called it an underground bridge and then would not admit he was wrong and tried to convince me that it could be called an underground bridge.

I think I knew before we went, that the replacement wouldn’t live up to the outstanding performances of my favourite Tony Vincent. But I like to think that I was willing to go in there with an open mind and give him a fair shot. And he pretty much blew it. I just think his voice wasn’t clear enough to pull off the songs and I didn’t notice but Mr C said his dancing skills weren’t exactly on top form.

Mr C kept telling me I was getting the germs and I kept trying to deny it. As it turns out, he was right, my throat is sore. Today is Friday 13th as well. We went to London yesterday and saw a guy in orange trousers playing guitar. The music was very good, the orange less so. I drove back through London when it was still busy. We survived!

At about this time 24 hours ago, I was about to go and see the brilliant We Will Rock You. It was really, really good and I would recommend it to every single person that even half likes a Queen song. Tony Vincent was pretty tasty as Galileo as well! I had an interesting tour of London, I saw China Town and Hamley’s, oh and I got taught about an ‘underground bridge’ (don’t ask).