Day 11 in the Most Surveiled Place on Earth.

I'm not sick anymore, but I've another issue. I've entered into what my flatmate, Jay, referred to as a "budget crisis." After opening an account with Nat West a week ago, I'm still waiting for the account to actually open. Between buying groceries and necessary amenities for my living over here, I'm down to a perturbingly low level of liquid funds. (I've even suspended the option of "Going Out" from my activity roster. The fellow at the bank tells me I'll have to wait 'till Monday before my account is open.

I'm starting to get a wee bit tired of being jerked around by the banks over here.

In other news: England is the most watched place on the face of the planet. I'm willing to bet that there is more surveillance here per capita than in any other country on Earth.

Here is What I mean:

This is the camera that is mounted on the side of the building that I live in. It keenly watches the gated entrance to the apartment complex I live in.

These are two of the cameras mounted to my building that watch the street outside of my apartment complex.

This is another camera that watches the street I live on. It's mounted to a Toyota dealership.

To the right is a camera mounted to the same wall on the same building. It appears to be watching the second story, for some reason. (You can actually see the camera from the picture to the left in the picture below as well.)

This is the pub that is 100 yards away from my flat. It too has a camera. Apparently, those flowers can get up to some pretty suspicious activity.

This is evidently the only building in Britain that doesn't have security cameras mounted to it.

The cameras must be effective. Here is an article my buddy Alfred posted on his Faceboo page that cites a recent 25% decrease in Nottingham crime: http://www.nottinghamcity.gov.uk/index.aspx?articleid=7067 . That's exceptionally funny because I definitely walked past two girls openly sharing a marijuana cigarette at a bus stop today. How do I know it was marijuana and not a rolled cigarette? It smelled funny. That's how I know. I smell it all the time here. It's not because I smoke it either. Seems the rest of the nation does, though. Ironically, with everyone in Britain being stoned, they still walk faster than me.

I got outpaced by an obese man today. I feel really slow over here.

Another strange, British bit of tid. Canadian geese are everywhere in this city. I kinda want to know how the hell all these Canadian geese got over here. Did they get lost? Maybe they should have taken a compass and a map when the flock decided to make it's yearly sojourn south from Canada. They missed the mark by a lot. I know it was the fault of the geese, because no sane person would actually import those birds anywhere. Heck, the Canadians kick 'em out of their country every year. Damn birds still come back. To prove to you that I'm not making this up, I have taken a picture of Canadian geese in England:

Un-charasmatic mesofauna

Lastly, now that my assets have shrunk, you may be asking yourself, "JT, what in the world are you eating now that you are poor." Well, here's a few more pretty pictures of my daily fare.

This

Becomes

This

You've all been a good audience. I'll be here all week. Try the veal cutlet, it's outta this world!

- Jonathan "I Gotta Feelin' Somebody's Watchin' Me" Trenary