After choosing the perfect cupcake, I head towards Buckinham Palace, ’cause, I mean, you never know right..? And there she is, Queen Elisabeth, ready to head out for some.. ehh, whatever Queens do.. so I stop her, risking my life; the dude in the back seemed a bit anxious.. She takes a quick look at me, darn, my hair is a mess, my clothes are no way near regal standars, and she is flashing all sorts of pins and medals.. In some way hyptnotized (by the cupcakes?) she lets me have the shot..

I leave her seeing Barack Obama approaching..London is THE place to be. Really.