Trafalgar Square... the morning after the Euros... HRH Charles II. awakens on his horse with a hangover and a strange new crown... and, for a brief moment thinks he somehow got transported to Glasgow...
Filthy river, filthy river,
Foul from London to the Nore,
What art thou but one vast gutter,
One tremendous common shore?
All beside thy sludgy waters,
All beside thy reeking ooze,
Christian folks inhale mephitis,
Which thy bubbly bosom brews.
All her foul abominations
Into thee the City throws;
These pollutions, ever churning,
To and fro thy current flows.
And from thee is brew’d our porter –
Thee, thou guilty, puddle, sink!
Thou, vile cesspool, art the liquour
Whence is made the beer we drink!
Thou, too, hast a Conservator,
He who fills the civic chair;
Well does he conserve thee, truly,
Does not, my good LORD MAYOR?
– Punch, July-December 1848
My Oxford trip is currently October 2022, pushed back thrice from June 2020.
In other news, I have a membership to Westminster Abbey, if any of y'all wanna go for free. I can being 1 person at a time.