The bouncer said no

With its thousands of pubs, clubs, and entertainment venues, you might think that going out in London should be easy. Well, it probably is easy—but I somehow managed to fail.

Even after spending several hours in town and coming home at around 2am, I still had not been into a single pub or club. Just walking, waiting, and taking trains. Go figure.

Highlights:

• Harry Potter shenanigans on Oxford St, with dragons and witches and burning torches
• A copy of The Sun that somebody left on the tube
• Walking by the London Transport Bombing memorials at St Pancras near Tavistock Square — twice.
• Discovering the delights of hot chips being served open — and stuffing my Oyster card into the paper so I could scan in to the bus using my chips.
• The scary androgynous German who insisted that the reason I was going home alone was my poor fashion sense.