Give Me A T!

Ah where to begin. Let's start with these advertisements I keep seeing which are just so weird. So in all the tube stations here they have advertisements plastered up everywhere. In the Tottentham Court Rd. station they have these LCD screens that run the wall next to the escalator that change every few seconds with ads. In others they are still the old fashioned paper kind. And I think in every single station I have been in that has the paper ads, they have this one that is by the people who run the tube. The point of the ad is to tell you not to block the left side of the escalator for those people who want to walk instead of just stand. But in their effort to achieve this message, they dressed a bald, middle aged man up as a plunger. You heard me right. He is wearing a costume that looks just like that thing you use to unstop your toilet. He is the handle part and the rubber plunger part is above his head. Hmm, thats like having an umbrella already attached now that I think of it. But I see the ads and I just have to shake my head and wonder at the great advertising agency that actually got paid to create that.
In other news, it was Tracy with a T's birthday yesterday so many of us took a break from our very serious studying to take part in the London nightlife. Now many of you are not in London, so I will have to start describing some of the folks here. We shall start with Tracy with a T. Tracy is tall thin and blond. A very attractive girl. And very loud. And though she may be very intelligent, that would not be the first impression you would take away after meeting her. You might ask yourself, why is she called Tracy with a T? And how else would you spell Tracy if not with a T? Well the first I can answer. The second one is an eternal mystery that no one has yet deciphered. So apparently the other day she introduced herself to another girl and said her name was Tracy. The other girl, making sure she heard right, said "Tracy?" To which Tracy responded, Tracy with a T. Were this an isolated incident, it probably would not have been anything but an odd moment. But last night we were out at a pub and Tracy started talking to a local randomly. And there I looked over and she was introducing herself as Tracy with a T. Now you know she is doing it even across the room, because not only does she say it, but she makes a T with her hands, much like a sign for time out. Reading about it may not be that funny, but if you saw it, and combine it with the eternal mystery of why she thinks we all need clarification that it is spelt with a T, you would have spit up your beer too while laughing.
I shall comment on others in the future and pray that the London folks never find my blog.