Quick intro - Todd came to visit recently, and he just sent over his post. Here it is. . .

My visit to the McNeilorama headquarters was nothing short of spectacular. On my first night, I suggested we go to a play. Not just any play, but one that featured Neve Campbell and Matthew Modine and was written by Arthur Miller. Sounds promising, right? Since Tiffany had a marketing class, it was just me and Andy. The show was called “Resurrection Blues” and there were two things we didn’t realize going into it that might have been good to know: 1) It was the last play that Arthur Miller wrote, so it was probably written when he was senile and coasting on his reputation as a great American playwright. 2) It was only the third night of previews, which explains why someone in the crew was loudly feeding lines to one of the leads. Andy, thanks for being a good sport and indulging my giddy tourist inclinations.
One English staple that I highly recommend is tea and scones. Andy and Tiff made reservations at a fantastic little place called the Muffin Man. We met Mark, Caton and their adorable baby Anna there after strolling along the Portobello Market for a couple hours. I think the English are onto something. I’m going to start lobbying my office here in the States for a daily tea break. I’ll let you know how my crusade goes from the comfort of the unemployment line, where I’m sure one can have tea and scones whenever he bloody well pleases.
Another night of my trip saw a McNeilorama first: a foray into the London indie rock scene. I am a huge music fan and after reading about a concert in TimeOut London, we ventured out to a club called Metro. Soon after entering the tiny dark underground lair that is Metro, Tiff ran into one of her co-workers. She noted that her presence at the show would do wonders for her street cred among her office mates. During the first band’s set, Tiff asked me if I had heard of Morrissey. After telling her I had, she pointed out that he was about 10 feet behind us. No sooner had I turned around, then the man himself was walking right by us. I proceeded to enter fanboy mode and contemplate trying to get my picture taken with him. Fortunately, Tiff had the good sense to steer me away from this course of action and leave the poor guy alone. Nonetheless, it ranks up there as one of the coolest rock star encounters of my life. All in all, we had a great time and got to hear some brilliant bands (forgive the British expression, but it seems appropriate). I was pleased when Tiff said that they should go to more club shows, though next time they will go prepared….with ear plugs.
One last highlight that I will share before I shove off and hand you back to your rightful bloggers is of the chippy. First, I must explain that a “chippy” is what the British lovingly call an establishment that serves fish & chips. Not only did they take me to their favorite chippy, but it was a kosher chippy, which I would guess there aren’t many of in London. I was pleased to know that our food would all be fried in matzoh meal. Much to my delight, it didn’t disappoint and I have gained newfound respect for that most English of delicacies.
For the unititiated, I would be remiss if I failed to point out that Andy & Tiff’s air mattress is extremely comfortable and one of the million reasons to visit the McNeilorama braintrust. I can’t thank them enough for opening their home (and their blog) to me. Cheers!