Sorry guys, but you’re miles off. Including the GPS with the car rental doesn’t seem like a needless expense now, does it?
They’re actually at Loch Oich, near Invergarry.
It’s not a trip to the UK without some boozing in an historic inn. Actually, it’s quite difficult to not find an historic inn in which to go boozing.
This particular historic inn is the Stein Inn, on Skye.
And family in St James Park no less. To have a neighbour like Her Majesty, they must be doing alright for themselves.
T-Rex, you couldn’t afford it anyway. Selfridges is fun to visit, but nobody on a realistic budget could ever shop there. There’s a BHS down the road. Functional is in these days.
I’m off on holidays for a few weeks, so I thought I’d send T-Rex and Stego off on a holiday to London for a week, and then up to Scotland. Barring sudden loss of 3G signal for my iPhone while I’m away from my desktop (the only real issue could be when I’m on Heron Island) updates will continue as normal. Peace out!
He’d probably speak Latin in Italy as well you know. Photo is of Turnham Green station (District and Piccadilly lines), Chiswick, London. If they looked, the taxi rank is just across the road.
Because Tumblr shrank the image further making the text near indistinguishable:
T-Rex: Prithee yon flower seller! Mightst thou direct us to a nearby locale wherest we might hail us ye olde hansom vehicles?
Stego: T-Rex! It’s 2009! Stop blithering and just ask him where the taxi rank is!
Random Sunday night bonus sketch comic. Listening to Yoko Ono, marvelling at it all. Why?
