Much happened today, and it was interesting, albeit not as fun as I wish it would have been. To start, we woke up relatively early and took the tube, in proper Friday traffic, and arrived at our school in time for the coaches to go to Stonehenge and Salisbury. Boarding the coach, I was the last one on, and I sat next to a nice girl named Tanja I think, and we talked about all sorts of stuff, and it was quite the ride out being nearly two hours long. When we arrived, we were allowed to circle the henge, and all of that and we were given an hour to do this in. I walked and talked with Judy, and another girl named Angela, who was from El Paso, TX. I took far too many pictures of the most famous henge world-wide, and though it was fascinating for how they built it, to me it remained a pile of rocks. It was really cool actually, to be honest and it was bigger than I had remembered from five years ago. After Stonehenge, we went to Salisbury, and saw the awesome spire, as well as tallest in Britain. It was quite the site to behold, and I went off with a new group of people and ate fish and chips with them at a nearby restaurant of that kind. On the way to the shop, I saw a cute little dragon made out of flowers. When we went back to the cathedral, we took a tour, and found the world’s oldest working clock inside (about 800 years old!) As well as many interesting effigies and tombs common to cathedrals. We also found something that was very moving for me, one of the thirteen original, and four existing copies of the Magna Carta, unfortunately I could not take a picture of that, but it was kind of awe-inspiring to see something that was more or less the foundation of both British and American civil rights.
After we left the cathedral we went back to London, where we had from an expected two hour bus ride, nearly a four hour one, because of the weather. They actually put Gladiator on for us to watch, and may I just say: strength and honour. At any rate, I finally got back home after taking the central line, and after walking up Portobello, found my roommates already home, I was fairly surprised, because they had left before us, but apparently their bus dropped them off in Kensington, and ours dropped us off much further away in Bloomsbury. We all decided to go eat and I saw that the local cinema, the Electric Cinema actually was playing The Aristocrats, so I decided to go and watch that instead, leaving them to go find a restaurant of their own (apparently they found a Thai place, so I dodged a bullet there). At the Electric, it was probably the coolest cinema I’d ever been to, with assigned seating, it was constructed in 1910 as an eclectic sort cinema of the time, and apparently they restored it to look just like it did in Edwardian times, with big leather recliners for seats, nice big tables to put your refreshments on, a bar in the back, and lots of neat decorations all over the theatre ( The Electric Cinema). The preview was pretty funny because they had a kind of stern English guy saying what was prohibited somehow rudely disposing of all the bothersome items from members of the audience, including a cigar, a mobile, “and other electronic distractions” and he then proceeds to pull out a vibrator from a ladies purse (I thought it was rather funny). The Aristocrats itself was a very funny, yet very filthy film, but somehow it really didn’t bother me, I suppose I am more disgusting than I knew. After I returned home, I talked to a few people on the internet, started writing this entry, and passed out on the couch.