The Binfordian Transmutation of the Mind

Oh shit nobody told me the football finals were in London or that they were tonight

There are so many drunken Germans and it’s mildly worrying

Yeah so I’m in London andvall we’ve eaten is Filipino and Indian food, good times. Internet is few and far between so regular blogging will probably commence late monday, hope you’re all still with me by then!

Also London had better be posh as fuck and full of pricks or the entire population of Scotland is lying

So today we went to a modern art museum which always fascinates and infuriates me because sometimes modern art is really cool and other times you’re just like “that’s not even a commentary on de Stijl it’s just de Stijl you didn’t actually comment on it you made a fucking de Stijl chair why is this a thing”

Anyways so I got upset about that, also the exhibit where some lady smeared paint on some magazines and put someone else’s painting upside down like what is that

And then we saw iron man 3 in the world’s tallest movie theatre. Pretty decent film.

I guess we’re going to a show tonight? I don’t even know what band it is but muh?

Also I’m seriously missing you fine folk back home. Good thing this obnoxiously long trip is almost at a close! Don’t think I can handle much more of it…

Went to a Scottish comedy club. Less racist than a Saskatchewan comedy club. Good.

Tired now sleep bye

Yet another day in Glasgow. There sure are a lot of like punk-esque people in this city and it has a big music scene. I’d dig it if every other person didn’t have an accent so thick you could cut it with a knife. It’s brutal I tell ya. Anyways we went to Kelvin Hall today and saw this crazy fuckin gallery of the strangest assortment of things. There was a room with a giraffe and a plane. It also housed Dali’s Christ of St John of the Cross or whatever it’s called which is a freaky cool painting, and I think I discovered a new favorite group of artists in the Glasgow Boys.

Then we ate at a Scottish Cajun pub because why the hell not. My gumbo was the most Scottish gumbo imaginable and I didn’t even know that could be a thing.

Moral of the story it’s a nice change of pace from looking at old things, which we’ll undoubtedly be doing again once we reach London. More updates to come maybe?

So I’m in Glasgow now. The shopping in this city is absurd. There’s literally whole expanses where there’s like 3 or 4 malls in a row I don’t even know how that works. There’s not a whole lot sight-seeing-wise though which is good because I need a break from “oh look at that thing.” Anywho I’m sitting in for the night and just lounging in this hostel because I’m super tired.

Only a week left in Europe, weird.

My last meal in France was cheese

Stereotypes are strange things