Tomorrow morning we’re due to shake ourselves free from San Francisco and head eastwards.
While in town we have been utter tourists.
Open-topped bus trip across the Golden Gate Bridge?
Check.
Boat trip out to – and tour of – Alcatraz?
Check.
Cable-car ride up and down the steep hills?
Check.
Fisherman’s Wharf?
Check.
City Lights Bookstore?
Check.
Break Soph’s ankle whilst competing in a Jive competition?
Check.
Well, no.
Not really.
The ankle isn’t quite broken.
It’s not even hanging on by a few tendons.
It is, however, bruised.
Awww…
And we weren’t taking part in a dance competition of any kind.
We were walking.
I may have mentioned how much walking we’ve been doing since we got here?
Well now it seems I have a cast-iron excuse to do a lot less of it.
As I type this Soph is sitting in a chair, ankle elevated and wearing a cold compress, to try and remove the worst of the bruise.
I bought two new pairs of Levis today, from the Levis shop, obv.
It pains me to admit that my waist size is now a 34″.
I am distraught.
I know you are too.
I would like to tell you that my increased girthage (wahay!) is nothing to do with today’s discovery of The Best Dessert Ever…
Deep Fried Cheesecake!
Oh yeah baby.
Anyway.
To cheer us all up, here are just a small selection of some amusing/not amusing photographs from San Francisco.
A sign inside City Lights Bookstore:
A funny roadsign:
Another funny sign!
A view of the Golden Gate from the Alcatraz exercise yard:
A funny sign!
And finally, a big bridge with lots of traffic:
We watched a little of the Royal Wedding coverage this morning, before we went out.
ABCs coverage was fronted by two American biddies who clearly didn’t have a clue why they were in front of the camera or what was going on.
Neither of them knew who Zara Philips was, when a Brit guest raised her name.
It was a little like watching Statler and Waldorf, the two old boys off of The Muppets.
But in drag, obv.
After a couple of minutes we’d cried so much with laughter that we flipped over to CNN, where their coverage was being fronted by Piers Moron.
I can tell you how quickly I can hit the ‘off’ switch, but then I’d have to kill you.
Still, it could have been worse.
I hear that, possibly attributable to a last-minute sickness, or a decision-maker doing too much acid the previous day, the BBC put Fearne Cotton in front of the public for vox pop interviews.
What the fuck?
Ferne Brittan… Yack what a mess she looks…
Jealous of Alcatraz and Fishermans wharf
not of Soph’s ankle… still a few wines should help
You went on the ‘traz? Aww. It was closed when I went and I had to settle for the boat trip round it.
It wasn’t just Ferne Cotton. The Beeb threw almost every presenter they had into it.
I switched over to CNN at one point, just to get the American point of view, to see – as you say – Piers bloody Morgan and Cat delicious Deeley presenting the show. How very colonial.
I want to go to San Fransisco, it’s one of the few US cities I’m interested in seeing.
Hope Sophie’s ankle has fixed now.
If anyone can tell me what the point of Fearne Cotton is, I mean really is, I’ll post them a fiver.
Vicola, the interesting things about San Fran are that the city is 7 miles by 7 miles which is, comparatively – to London or Manchester, absolutely HUGE. And yet the population of the place is just 750,000, which is tiny. And yet the city has an air of ‘being squeezed in’ as if the population were actually ten times that. And I think that Fearne Cotton exists just to show other chavs that it is possible to have a job.
Masher, they opened Alcatraz up for us to have a look around. I have a special passport. I can get in to places that are closed, even if they’re in foreign countries. Of course, I did tell everyone that I was HMtQs 2nd nephew twice removed – and the black sheep of the Royal Family, hence not being at the wedding (‘we don’t speak anymore y’know’), that worked quite well too. Doesn’t anyone else think it’s very odd that a republic that actually threw out the British monarchy went so batshit crazy over the wedding?
Clare, she was on PKs so didn’t drink. True.