I giggle every time I see that name. Cockfosters. Who came up with that as the name for a Tube station? Would you like to give directions to your friends coming to visit you, saying “Take the train headed to Cockfosters”?
On a related note, I was touring about the Tower of London today when I overheard an amusing exchange between a daughter and her parents. I was taking a look at some suits of armor on the second floor of the White Tower, where it was quite clear from the armor that King Charles I (I believe… one of the kings anyway) was quite interested in protecting the Crown Jewels. As I was reading the text across the bottom I heard a young girl from behind me speak, referring to the a certain piece of the suite of armor.
“What is that for?” asked the daughter.
“Let’s read the text to see what it says,” replied the Mom.
I walked away at this point to suppress my laughter, but I thought I heard the dad say “You’ll find out one day.”
After reading the text, they continue.
“See, it’s to protect the King while he rides his horse,” the mom stated.
“I know what it’s for,” the daughter replied knowingly. “It’s to protect the parts that boys have.”
Trust me, when you see the picture, it’s pretty amusing.
Overall the trip this time around has been pretty good, now that I’ve had the chance to make it to the British Museum, the Towner of London, and Harrods. The weather, too, has been pretty mild, with daytime temps in the 50s and some sun shining through today.
I’m almost sad to leave, except that this trip is bankrupting me. Imagine for a minute that you went to a place where the actual numeric amounts were the same (i.e. something that cost 10.00 still cost 10.00), but your money was only worth have as much.
That place isn’t imaginary. It’s London.