A Weekend Elsewhere 

I traveled the entire length of London twice. Saw nothing but the tube walls and stations.

Learned never to ask the British railway employees for advice on which train to take if I want to get somewhere. They have no bloody idea, and are more likely to send you in the opposite direction than not.

The parts of the above-ground London I did see, I couldn't find again if my life depended on it. Except maybe for a pub named The Goat in Mitcham. And another pub across the street from the Morden tube station.

I got no souvenirs nor pics of myself and sights/landmarks.

I only regret that I was half asleep most of the time. Time to see my doctor about that, I think.