Ah, another glorious morning here in Pangbourne-on-Thames (AKA POT). I'm watching the aforementioned river of song and legend flow majestically past the window of my room here at the Weir View.

I had an exhausting weekend in London, I wore my feet down to stubs walking through the British Museum, Tate Modern, National Portrait Gallery, and National Gallery, along with a handful of assorted cathedrals. I also hooked up with my friend Steve, and dined at both the ultra-trendy Wagamama and the London Trader Vic's.

As always, the other museums paled in contrast to the riches on display at the British Museum. Of particular interest to me was the special exhibit, Medicine Man: The Forgotten Museum of Henry Wellcome which featured all the things I love the most; shrunken heads, masks, gruesome turn-of-the-century medical implements, and artificial limbs.