It's on like Donkey Kong!

OK, it may have been 8 months between posts but it's on now. We have spent a lot of time scoping out things to do in London without walking side by side with hordes of tourists, or drinking in a local pub (as much fun as that is). We even considered getting to the end of every tube line in London within a day- but the plan also included a drink at each terminus... (for the record, it's not possible to go end to end on the tube on every line in a day- that would take about 46 hours.)

So while it 'may' be possible to engage in entertaining activities in London without alcohol, it's simply not the way we roll. We will try not to make alcohol the focal point, but it always creeps its fun loving head in somewhere...

Today we went for a ride, in search for Epsom Racecourse.


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Both well and truly hungover (I told you alcohol couldn't be completely barred) we set off roughly south. For the first time we had managed to take a camera with us so stopped off for some photo opportunities in a flooded underpass. Not nearly as hardcore as we hoped, we continued down through Wimbledon Common. There's something nice about Wimbledon Common- whether it be the body stashing facilities or the guarantee of muddy trails and dogs who run in front of you, but it was good just getting out for a roll.

After following signs we ended up heading the wrong direction so left it to the GPS (nicknamed 'Gypo' when he's doing well and 'Gypson' when he has been bad) to choose our path. We encountered some busy roads, shit traffic and ugly suburbs but eventually got to Epsom. The High St looked rubbish so we went for a cruise to Epsom Downs. Unfortunately the signage disappeared and we ended up at the World's End.

No, seriously- the World's End. And nature calls when a sign suggests you can't do something...

Anyway, Gypo managed to take us up some cool hills and when the trees cleared we were higher than we realised. Suddenly the Racecource jumped out at us, and so did a nice view over West London. A beer was nearly in order at The Derby Hotel but it looked a little upmarket for two dudes in shorts, covered in mud. So we headed home... for beer.