London, the frightened city. A city that has no idea what's coming. There are 10 of us. Ugly Americans, every one. Our cover story is that we're visiting to see the next Lord of the Rings movie. But we've got seven days to get into trouble. If the world can be made in six days, we can damn well make England regret allowing us in the country in three. This is the first time my wife and I have travelled with a group. I know half of these people, the other half come from god-knows-where. If this all goes to shit I will NEVER live this down. My wife will be able to hold this over me for eternity and a month. It won't matter what great idea I come up with.
"Honey, I have an ideas for bringing peace to the middle-east"
"Is it like your brilliant idea of going to London with a bunch of people?"
You can see where this could be bad for me.
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
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