A Bad Day/Face

Above is a building called the Ford Theatre. It is the place where honest (or dishonest as I like to say sometimes. Burn) Ab Lincoln got his head caved in from a bullet delivered especially for his cranium from the pistol of John Wilkes Booth. Another amusing tale from Washington D.C.

So, I'm still here in this great nation's capital city. Great nation, brilliant. So much to see, so little time. But not much of interest to say. Actually, I will say this; today has been a bit of an off day for the Midnight D. It started off when it turned out that I'd left my cap in the hostel. It meant that my head was cold for the duration. "Bbbrrrrr" I would say, but I could garner no sympathy from random passers-by. Bastards.

Then things went worse. Loads of museums that I wanted to go in were closed. The F.B.I building. The Spy museum (which sounded really cool). The National Portrait Gallery. All closed to the public. 'Which incompetent fool is running this country?' I thought to myself. Answers on a postcard please.

Maybe I didn't exactly choose a wise method of cheering myself up. I went to the National Holocaust museum. Yea, that wasn't exactly a barrel of laughs. It was like watching four televisions at the same time. Two showing Schindler's List, one showing The Pianist, and one showing the Catherine Tate Show. Bad, bad news.

Here is a visual offering in aid to demonstrate my contrasting moods over the last couple of days.

To the right is an image of a capped and happy Adam Marshall. His face displays the visage of a man who had earlier drunk tea whilst going up an escalator. He's happy. He's content. He's ready to go and see the White House and take loads of photos. On the left is the sullen face being cast by the Jefferson Memorial. He's cold. He has no cap. His i-Pod battery has run out. He's just sat through an episode of Titty Titty Bang Bang. Oh dear oh dear. He wonders why everybody prefers the Lincoln Memorial.

I need some food. A jerk chicken sandwich me thinks. Hermes Conrad would be proud.

Kind regards.

Adam Marshall