Why London?:

Well I figure since in my mind I'm already going. (It'll sure be a shock if I don't that is for certain, but that is beside the point.) I thought I might take this day and share some history, what started me wanting to go to the funny little island of people with bad teeth (stereotypes . . . bad Clay)? It all began when I was the tender age of 13, roughly, it may have been 14 or 12, but who can really say? I was a young lad into all sorts of things . . . that is things dealing with video games and pop music. Which is to say it all began with an obsession with the Spice Girls. Yes indeed. Not that I wanted to give them children (as it is this was before children), but I thoroughly enjoyed every song they ever had someone else write for them and possibly even sing. They were, of course, from London and as all pop-star obsessed young boys I wanted to move there in hopes of one day meeting them, sick, I know. Yet, they weren't the only overrated pop group that drove my desire for european travel, others such as Ace of Base, B*Witched, and All Saints had a hand. Now, it's fairly obvious that two things have happened since then: one, the Spice Girls broke up and two, I grew up. No longer a "cheese" fanatic (though there is a factory in my brain) and posessing a newfound taste for culture, art (culture has been around since 1952, but that went unbeknownst to me until '76), and God, I have found other, more worthwhile, reasons to leave the land of America sail the Six Seas (there were Seven Seas, but number seven died in a boating accident) and journey to England (whom some people would call the mother-land). What worthwhile reasons you ask? Simple, to pick up a british accent (among other things).

Love,
Clay