British museum today (haven’t been in years). Such an amazing place - the empire’s attic. Some good, some not great. History is complicated. And because I’m 12…. Dinner at…. Several other amazing seafood dishes as well, just took a coupla pics of welsh oysters and scallop. Then, daughter and one of her flatmates decided we needed to go to a sketchy Wetherspoons for a pint, because if you don’t understand Spoons, you don’t understand the UK. That’s where we met our new friend Declan. Declan is a drunk dude from Doneghal sitting next to us who just asked where the fag shop is, and started telling the northern Irish roomie his life story. It’s awesome. His mom is one of 12, his dad is one of 12. Mom’s an alcoholic. She had Declan out of wedlock, so had to bail on Ireland. They’ve had it rough, but he’s trying to have a relationship with her. He spent some time in prison. Not sure what for. He really tried to sell us on going to his favorite pub, the Crown, just down the street. It’s great. They have music and dancing. But he can’t go with us. Because he’s been banned from the Crown. Declan’s teeth are a mess. Also, I understood about 50% of this, northern Irish roomie had to translate the rest. It was awesome. This planet is full of some amazing people.