Some dudes with long shaggy hair were parked on the roof of an Arby's in downtown London, and the street was jam-packed with people in winter coats, staring upwards and cheering as they sang, "Nobody loves me like she do..." Sometimes I wish I could time travel and go back to 1969 and sit down with Lennon and McCartney and, and I have to point out that I say this as someone who pathologically loves the Beatles, tell them that, in case they hadn't noticed, they're not black. "Nobody loves me like she do"? I mean, really.
So they played the exact playlist of the concert back in 1969, which means they played "Get Back" three times, and "Don't Let Me Down" twice among other things -- as I wended my way through the crowd, I heard someone say, "Did they really play that three times?" -- and I'm assuming they did this because we're in London and it's January 30. It's just the wrong London. I hope the real London is warmer than this. It was -9 today without windchill, and that's about 12 degrees Fahrenheit, y'all Americans. I felt really bad for those musicians.
When I retrieved my actual film pictures, I found 3 pictures of me in Guatemala, 3 of my going-away party in Pittsburgh in March, and 28 pictures of someone I've never met's backyard barbecue. To Whoever That Was: your children are very attractive, but how did all your pictures get on to my disposable camera?