London Calling...

After a brutally early flight from Stockholm, I landed in London. Here I needed to pick up a car and drive to our office west of London. All I can say is - driving on the left, sleep deprivation, and roundabouts - this is a very bad combination. But I made it without any major damage to the rental car, or any pedestrians.

Here in London I need to use the gray matter, unlike Stockholm, where I could get the job done using nothing but my winning smile and deft charm. And, today, thinking was a challenge.

After a full day of work, again we (myself and the folks from our London office) took the customers out for dinner, and then to a strip club (what century is this??). I don't get strip clubs. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not against nudity. No one appreciates the female form more than I do. But it's like going to a good restaurant, where you can see a steak being cooked, you can smell it, you can hear it sizzle - but you can't eat it. What an exercise in frustration. It is not fun. Next time you're in a strip club, take your eyes off the stage and look around at the patrons. It's sad. Like I said, I don't get it. Anyway, our customers seemed to enjoy themselves - which, I guess was the point.

Ended up staying at a great hotel built in the 13th century, but updated with all the modern conveniences- the bear hotel in Hungerford. Hungerford is a small town off the M4 expressway west of London and is fairly close to the customer's offices.

Tomorrow, a full day of work here in England, then rush to Heathrow to grab the last flight out to Munich.