Shallow Be My Name

By this time I suspect that many, if not most of you, are wondering to yourself, or perhaps even proclaiming out loud “where the heck has she gone? Last time we heard from her she was meandering her way through the streets of London and promising to provide tips for the shallow traveller. Did she get lost amongst the catacombs? Swept away by the pomp and circumstance? Become overwhelmed by the sheer awesomeness of walking in the rather iconic footsteps of notable figures the likes of Monsieurs Jagger and Lennon? Or did the majesty of the old country, in all of its splendour and historic grandeur make her reconsider her shallow ways?”

Well it’s time to put a stop to all of the speculation and surmising because I’m back both from London and to the blog. And while I did spend a good deal of time pounding the same pavement as the “Fab Four” none of the aforesaid reasons account for my neglect of this little project of mine. You see, upon my return from abroad I found myself feeling a little under the weather and quicker than you can say “Jack Robinson” I was down for the count with a full-fledged, mind numbing, cough inducing head cold. And that made things rather fuzzy for a while and rendered me entirely unable to practice my craft to the exacting standards to which you have become accustomed. So I took a break. For all of our sakes.

But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t do anything while waiting for my head to clear. There’s a lot to be learned while sitting in my chair patiently waiting for the fog to lift. I mean who knew that last week Kelly and Michael would be celebrating one year on air together. After all, it seems like only yesterday that she and Regis were engaged in their daily banter and now, all of a sudden, she’s the first lady of morning TV. And that’s not all I learned. I now know exactly how much three designer watches (2 men’s and one woman’s) cost thanks to my new friend Mr. Carey. Not to mention that as a result  of this opportunity to spend more time in my chair I have become intimately acquainted with Judy the Judge thereby increasing my understanding of the American justice system, and how to mediate conflict manyfold. Then there’s Ellen who, without a doubt, is not only the coolest host on the tube but also the best dance teacher this side of, well anywhere really. On top of all of that, I’m pretty sure I can now make a pretty mean meatball.

So that’s it. I’m feeling better now and expect to be back in the saddle with more of those travel tips in no time. But if anyone happened to PVR Kelly and Michael’s really big day on Friday I’d love to have a boo. Apparently I got back to work just a tad too soon.