I foolishly ventured out to get breakfast this morning. Foolish because it was Tour De France day and Greenwich had gone crazy.
As I wandered down the closed High Road past a police cordon I had to keep stepping around police officers crouched on the ground inspecting bins. Then when the "Village" market is a group officers were bundling a screaming man to the ground. Finally as I crossed the street I had to push through crowds and barricades.
By the time I'd got breakfast I realised there was now no way I could cross over the road. This left me one choice... I got the DLR from Cutty Sark to Greenwich station (that's about a 5 minute walk at a slow pace). I felt so lazy, but there was no other choice. I've spent the rest of the day locked indoors avoiding the outside watching Transformers cartoons...
Name the bear! Hey everyone, this bear is a refugee from the Bush regime in Washington D.C. (ok... he got left behind by a temp from there but still...) and he needs a name... ideas on a comment.