That right there is my cousin Lynne… we had the best time hanging out with her in London. I took a picture of her taking a picture of me. I like to take pictures of people while they are taking pictures, especially pictures of me. Sometimes I organize a circular photo-op. As I mentioned in earlier posts, we met up with some of our English relatives in London. They came into the city to see Les Miserables with us, and stayed over so we could hang out together the next day…
There she is, with her totally awesome boyfriend… whom I am not sure I should name, so I won’t… as we wait for Selfridges to open. We had a great time in the big store.
And there is Lynne’s son… and our cousin… Josh. He is with his lovely and very sweet fiancé… whom I am also not going to name… but they are so adorable together, and they are both awesome, and it was great to spend time with all of them.
Selfridges was fantastically decorated on the inside as well. There were a bunch of artistically painted chairs hanging from wires beside the grand escalators.
I don’t know if these photos give you any sense of what the inside of the store was like. You can get anything there. The food court has fresh game meat like boar and fallow deer… and cheeses… mmmmmm… cheeses…
You really should at least Google Selfridges. And if you are ever in London, pop on in. Or at least walk by… and see the famous window displays…
Like that one… of life-sized… (if they are the pygmy type)… of mating hippopotami… which I tastefully managed to blur using the window reflection… because I am thoughtful that way.
Pouring My Art Out 
So can you buy a chair? I’d insist on one of the most awkward ones to reach and insist on that one.
I assume they were there just for decoration.
I think you just showed us some hippo porn. How decidedly scandalous.
English hippo porn… top that.
Top the hippo you mean? Dude, gross.
you were thinking about it anyway…
Kinda… just got your e-mails, going to start tomorrow. In the meantime, I’m going to publish some madness. And I wouldn’t mind some feedback on my last post, cause I would appreciate that – especially if the story sucked, cause no one ever tells me when I suck. And suck I’m sure I do.
And now for another post… bugnuts at work. Call it the beer talking.
Never let the beer talk for you… but I promise an honest opinion…
go read my comment… bastard…
Dude! I meant the last story! The last one!!!!!! The one that’s actually a half-decent piece of, well, something!
wait… did I miss one???
The one about the girl and the guy who keeps losing body parts… don’t worry about it. That last comment of yours was flipping incredible.
I thought I went back and read everything I missed when I was on vacation…
You did… you said it was awesome and started talking about WordPress changes… I wanna know why awesome! Cause I love that story, for some odd reason.
fine… a guy can’t even get distracted by flaming beavers anymore… you want a comment… I got your comment hanging, Chad… (ha, I kill me… bonus presidential election joke points)
Chad had it coming. And Charlie don’t surf!
shhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I’ve been to London a dozen times, but never to Selfridges. Next time … (I have been to Harrods, though)
show off
sorry.
ha
Wow – you pix show the real store concept is like the one in the series.
We used to have a couple of fantastic creatively designed/decorated stores here – but now everything is so bland and mostly stuff as much stock in as you can stuff. A whole different shopping experience (I worked during the wild wonderful years of display – before it was all Walmart cram with produce concept…end of elegance)
It did have a very other-time feel to it.
It’s ok to just admit you can’t remember their names… also, you hippos have red eye. Bwah ha ha
hippos do often have red eyes… they are angry creatures.. they kill more people in Africa than crocodiles and lions and cape buffalo
… and they’re fast too… and apparently, exhibitionists 😉
they have no shame
They don’t appear to need any. 😉
good point