The Continuous Stream of Good Things

I'm just going to list in order the wonderful series of events that made up the best day ever.

1. I woke up to a couple of lovely facebook messages from people back home, you know who you are.

2. I went into Rottingdean, a village where Rudyard Kipling used to live. He wrote Jungle Book, which the museum about him was very proud of, but they "forgot" to mention that he also wrote, "The White Man's Burden" (hugely racist poem which advocated for imperialism).

But the great thing about Rottingdean is the cream tea at "Ye Olde Tea Cottage." "Cream tea" refers to the entire spread of things you eat and drink at tea. So you are served tea with milk along with sandwhiches (tuna being my favorite), scones, and cake. The scones here are very different from the ones you can get in Whispers. They are also more like biscuits. And you put clotted cream and jam on them. Absolutely heavenly. I would say they are even better than chocolate. The Americans here are completely obsessed with scones.

3. Then I found out that I would get my own room (before I had a roommate--who is a really cool person, but I just like my privacy).

4. Then I found out that Gene Robinson was going to be included in the inauguration celebrations.

5. And finally I got a call from the BBC! The fuckin' B-B-C because they want to interview non-British people who listen to their World News Radio programmes (ME!). And they are going to pay for my travel to London and give me fifty pounds to talk to one of their reporters in an office in London. Don't tell them, but I would do it for free because I love the BBC so much.

6. And then that night we went out to a couple of pubs and clubs in Brighton.

A very spectacular day.