This chap scored some gold spray painted shoes that were thirsting for some sharpie marker lines. Bought the new book, and brought some older ones. It took 4 hours to sign everyone's stuff with the TLC it deserved.
This young woman asked me to draw on her arm and I obliged – but near the end of the short drawing Deanna asked her if she was planning on getting it tattoed... (Deanna sensed it...) She answered, "Yes." About a half-hour later she returned with the drawing inked in, flaws and all, including my signature! I don't know what kind of effect I have made on this girl's life that she would want to immortalize our meeting and my mark on her arm, but I can only hope I live up to the honor...
Her name is Alana
, and she blogged
about it on her own blog
That was a surreal experience to say the least.
Did you know Emerica made a video about the show in Belgium
After the signing, Deanna and I escaped to the streets of London, where we steal souls all day long and walk great distances.
Oh the book signing...
They sold over 130 books!
The world famous Camden Locks. The locks aside, that area is trying super hard to get people's attention. The smell of patchouli and incense wafts all around, and the currencies of raw hippies burst from every stall and booth, shiny trinkets and beads, posters of Che, Marylin Monroe, Bob Marley, colorful fabric, bracelets and jewelry. Counter-culture for sale without any sacrifice. I wouldn't be surprised to see a "Hippies for War" t-shirt. Punks with huge flamboyant Mohawks and face piercings (rest assured, we know you are bizarre.) actually sit out front of the punk rock store. "Get your punk costume here!" One store, selling fluorescent rave gear in all black-light was like descending into hell, for me at least, but I did it just to see what hell was like, and I have to say – it's sort of what I expected.
This fountain made me feel like Ponce de Leon...
If it wasn't so cold I would have taken a dip.
The Tower Bridge is often mistaken as London bridge, which is in fact the next bridge over... And when people sing the famous nursery rhyme, London Bridge is Falling Down
, they are not singing about this beautiful feat of architecture, but about the plain, flat, and totally regular London Bridge, which was too lame to even take a photo of.