Happy Birthday Bridie!

After breakfast in bed, we went on a tour of St Paul's Cathedral in London.

http://www.stpauls.co.uk

Including a climb up to the Whispering Gallery: 259 steps up from ground-level. It gets its name from an apparent quirk in its construction, which makes a whisper against its walls audible on the opposite side. But we couldn't verify this.

All we knew was there were enough steps to make our muscles wobbly.

We went on to the Stone Gallery next, while our leg muscles stayed on the floor below. And Steve took the plunge and went all the way to the Golden Gallery: a total of 530 steps up.

The flowers are from her friends at the Gym. Steve didn't get her any flowers...

All hail the Giant Squid

We have been doing some on-the-spot reporting.

You probably know the Natural History Museum in London has a Giant Squid. The 8.62-metre squid, called Archie, was caught off the coast of the Falkland Islands in March 2004.

http://www.nhm.ac.uk/about-us/news/2006/feb/preparation-of-giant-squid.html
http://www.nhm.ac.uk/about-us/news/2006/feb/news_5255.html
etc..

But Archie isn't on display, you need to book a tour of the Darwin Centre. This is no easy feat, as it is booked out until the end of May now. It seems Giant Squids are popular.

Well we managed to book a slot. And you, faithful believers in the power of the Giant Squid, get to find out how it went.

As you can expect they don't allow flash photography, and really I was only allowed one photo. But in our photo site you'll see some photos and a video:
http://www.fototime.com/inv/C4814A707B36051

Even apart from the Giant Squid, the Darwin Centre rocks. Sure it is mostly pickled animals and plants. And despite my search I couldn't find any brains in jars. But they do have some of the original jars from Darwin and the Beagle expedition. And even the echidna, platypus and kangaroos that were first sent back from Australia in 1880.

http://www.nhm.ac.uk/visit-us/galleries/darwin-centre/

They explained how they prepare specimens. Including using flesh-eating beetles to clean bones. There is actually a webcam to watch them work:

http://www.nhm.ac.uk/kids-only/naturecams/beetlecam/index.html

We thoroughly recommend visiting the Darwin Centre, and checking out the tour.

May the Giant Squid be Merciful and Quick.

St Patrick's Day Parade

Now you all know Bridie wanted to get married on St Patrick Day, just so she could wear green to the wedding. It is all true.

And you also know that we try to spend our anniversary in a different place each year. Though going to Ireland for our first anniversary was clearly cheating.

Last year we went to New York, and watched the St Pat's parade. It is supposed to be the biggest and best. Well compared to Dublin that isn't too hard. Admittedly the Irish have more on their minds rather than parades - there is Shamrock to be drowned!

But I wanted to go in the actual parade. We actually lived in Ireland, which is more than most of the Irish people in New York. Surely that qualifies us?

And it went forever... And ever... So much so that we went shopping instead. Three hours later, I looked out a shop window and it was still going. So it was probably just as well - our poor feet couldn't handle it.

Well this year I got my chance. We went in the New York New York parade... In Las Vegas.

The NYNY hotel simulates the shops (and slot machines) of downtown New York. There is even a ride called the Manhattan Express. Which, ironically, can steal your money, but by using G-forces.

And they have the St Pat's parade around the block. Not outside on the road, but inside - around the casino. The feet were happy with this new, innovative, solution.

Naturally we joined in.

Starting at one bar, and ending at another - it is a fine tradition. We even went over the Brooklyn Bridge (photo). And good Guinness was had by all.

The end.

We got married... Again

Before we got married (the first time) we discussed eloping - and joking about going to Las Vegas and getting married by Elvis.

Well now we are.

Though Bridie would like to point out that we didn't get 'remarried' so much as 'renewed'. Otherwise I would have to pull a Homer Simpson, and get a quickie divorce first.

Elvis serenaded Bridie as he walked her down the isle. We sang Jailhouse Rock, but this time with Elvis (instead of the Blues Brothers). And finished with classic Viva Las Vegas. The King knows how to party.

And in less than half an hour we were out on the street. And almost immediately a Contiki bus load of Aussies piled in for a special night with Elvis. Some even congratulated us on getting married.

When we arrived we met a young bride standing in the foyer, waiting to get married. And after we left another couple and entourage turned up. Even while standing on the street looking for a cab, a number of cars honked. Clearly Vegas is the place to get married. And the Graceland Wedding Chapel is a tradition - even smacked-out celebs get married here

There are photos and a video, which we haven't watch yet. But you can check the photos on the website:
www.dotphoto.com
Username: Graceland
Password: SBBAU

And in the drink

As part of the leadership training we found out what real sailors get up to in their spare time.

They practice saving a sinking ship.

So now we are in our bright orange jumpsuits about to do the same thing.

These things are waterproof, up to a point. And that point is when you're fully immersed, and the ship is officially taking on water.

It all starts in a small room above water level. The captain comes on the radio announcing incoming air raid. Suddenly the lights go out and water is flooding into the room. We then have to climb into the bowls of the ship looking at where the leaks are, and how to seal them.

And all we've got is a bunch of wooden wedges and a hammer.

The navy have obviously given this a lot of thought and there is a plan for all types of hole. It is not just about smacking wood into holes that are letting in the water. It's also about putting bracing poles in place and using whatever we can to seal up holes.

Seems easy? The water gushing in the holes is about 6 degrees, we are up to our waist in the water and the ship is rocking back and forth. So at times the water is up to your neck, filling you 'waterproof' suit with icy water.

Anyway, we seemed to save the ship. But you should be glad that the nations defences are not in our hands.

In the navy

Steve ditches the wife and heads for a life at sea!

Actually this is HMS Bristol, firmly teathered to the port. Still it is a ship, and part of the navy.

And if you look for Whale Island in google maps you see it in the southwest corner of the island.

The whole island is part of HMS Excellent, a training base for naval personnel.


But it wasn't all uniforms, marching and sump-up-the-rump. Steve was there as part of a leadership course. And there's nothing like sleeping in the cramped confines of a ship to teach leadership.

And I think being woken at 6:30 in the morning by a announcement akin to 'all hands on deck' might be part of leadership.

This is not what the Village People sang about in their classic lullaby: "In the Navy"