Wednesday March 9th

Went for coffee with the Crisp-meister, and had a nice chat about the state of the world, academia, blah, blah and blah. Then I mosied into town for the Underground Tour. This is a well-known tour which looks at the birth of Seattle as a city back in 1850. Amazingly, most of downtown was originally mudflats and cliffs. Hard to imagine now, although there are still one or two hilly areas. Then there was a big fire (the houses were wooden). Then they rebuilt. Then they decided to raise the sidewalk above the water table, so lots of ground floors were buried. And some of them have been preserved, so you can walk round them. The tour guides were very slick- ours was kinda funny, now and again, apart from when she picked on me. Suggesting I could lock my knees and hold up the ceiling at one point! The barefaced cheek of it! Anyhook, the tour was well worth it- an hour and a half well spent. I wondered whether Sheffield could be interesting for that long. Probably could- I bet there's a lot of history underground.






















On the way back, I went past "Leroy", my favourite shop- this is where the pimps, playaz and hustlaz come to get kitted out. I was sorely tempted to get measured up for a little turquoise number, or perhaps something furry- after all, I have got two weddings to attend when I get back. Whassup, Ronnie M? Whassup, Hinkie D?















I caught the bus home. The buses are bendy (did I mention that?) Here is one going round a corner.















Got back to find out that Liverpool had been beaten at home 2-0. Rubbish! We need a goalscorer sharpish. Someone who knows where the onion bag is.