Didn’t do much. Took a long nap and then went to the British Museum, the oldest museum in the world. It was just a fifteen minute walk from our hotel. Problem is, the place was closing ten minutes after we got there. So we ran through the mummy exhibit and then wandered the streets. Better than mummies wandering the streets, but not as interesting.

It’s the umbrella store! More umbrellas than you can possibly imagine!!

We ate at the “Duck and Dog,” a 300 year old pub. False advertising alert: they do not serve duck OR dog. But Vicki finally got a big British hamburger.

Today Vicki and I hopped on British Airways and took off for London. This begins a week of screenings and interviews for “Hoodwinked,” all over the United Kingdom. The film opens here in September, and they have many events geared toward kids.

I love a nice long international flight (at least when someone sends me “bidness class”). I have my laptop, DVD’s, iPod, noise cancelling headset… where else can I try out all of my cool toys at once? This is why I got no sleep. British Airways have these great reclining lounge chairs, and every two of them face each other…. so that… I don’t know, so you can toast. Plus all the attendants are… British. Which is delightful.

My contact, Ben, met us at London Heathrow airport. Nice chap. He’s done press for Ricky Gervais!

Ben flexes his mad PR skills on the train, scheduling another interview.

Ben got us to the Soho Hotel, a really nice place. It’s raining, but so cool in this area. Theaters all around, museum down the street… Starbucks on the corner. I’m set. The hotel itself is full of modern art and funky fixtures.

In the room, they did NOT have my requested Diet Coke with Lime or my bowl of green M & M’s. So naturally I went ballistic. Busted a couple lamps and threw the toilet out the window. I put it on Harvey’s tab.

Today is a rest day and I think that was well planned. Vicki is already crashed on the bed and I’m on my way. Then we’re gonna go carousing… or whatever the Brits call it. Canoodling?