One could be forgiven for thinking there was a reenactment of the Battle of Britain going on this weekend. It would seem that even with the pound in freefall, the Brits enjoy nothing more than burning through large amounts of cash in the form of fireworks. English have Saturday we made our way into the city, in search of the giant butt. According to these people: a Major Guy Fawkes displays as seen in many cities across the UK over November would typically cost between £10,000 and £16,000 and often have audiences in excess of 20,000. But it seems Kuwait holds The Guinness World Record for the biggest (and most expensive) firework display. In 2012 they celebrated the 50th anniversary of the ratification of their constitution with a display costing a reported £10,000,000! Enough about needlessly blowing things up. We'll have plenty of that to worry about next week. For weeks the headlines have been dominated by stories of madness, treachery and email servers. And after dodging more bullets than Rambo, I wouldn't be surprised to see the TRUMP logo hung across the White House next week.
Before we start looking for a remote, safe island in the pacific ocean. Away from the madness of the political gorgons. We took a trip into the city to find the world's biggest butt.
Educating dad, it appears the daughter knows more about the Great War than I do. This weekend I was introduced to Earl Haig and lectured on his effectiveness as a commander.
Courtney thinks I need a wardrobe upgrade...
We have some theories on this one: a worm made of plates and bowls, a fishing experiment gone wrong, something to do with kitchen junk...
The Butt did not disappoint
This is the minimum amount of money a person needs to live on a year, £20,000 odd in one pence pieces.
Tin man with erect penis in main hall.
Things to do with stale bread.
Sunset on the way to Vauxhall station.
"Courtney, do you think we should suggest he uses his glasses?"
"Nope, he probably has extra large text already. Glasses will make it too big for him to read."