Today's business meeting at a very high end jeweler in ritzy London. http://www.mappinandwebb.com/ what a great rebranding presentation today. Very intense and professional.
They clean Crown Jewels and provide silver to all the royal government. Kate shops there.
After a sweet quick lunch between session I went for a repeat performance. It was great I love panini.
And cappuccino, make me angry that Sam and I can't make foam.. The happy face, so cool.
Todays first cultural visit was to the Bank of England where a local tour guide gave us a good overview of interest
rates, economies, and the Euro.
Today we included some downtown wandering and I found my Cornish pasty. (Check)
Back to the dorm, a quick dinner, and headed to the pubs for that Scottish egg with the whole group. Might as well stop for a group photo at the bridge right?
This is where the story for the trip gets good "amazing" actually. One of our assignments is to write up two cultural
activities. The first is the Queen and Daniel Radcliffe. The second my quest for a proper Scottish egg.
Several of us split from the photo group above to go pubbing. We went to the Tipperary again because several
guys wanted to get in a poker game, we just missed it the first time. This time they got in and they had no eggs.
However, one chap at the end of the bar inquired about our quest and took to a solution, quickly and without
discussion mind you. He ran out of the bar and within minutes had Scottish eggs for us from a store down the
street. One catch, he stole them and suggested if the police came in looking we should immediately ditch them.
Ponderous.
That struck up quite a bit of bar conversation. Expanding my cultural exploration, I met an Irishman, who was a tax
accountant from KPMG. Perfect for my business cultural event. The discussion morphed from Scottish eggs to Irish
history, U.S. tax code, Euro differences etc, very interesting. Several pints (of draft cider) later we added arm
wrestling to our list. 1 for 3. Got my arse bloody kicked.
It ended with Seamus Patrick Murphy buying me a pint of beer in the first Irish pub in London. Wow. Didn't see the
evening turning out like that.
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