Soup Kitchen

To anyone living in or visting London, I have one aggressive recommendation for you:

Do. A. London. Walk!

A few weeks ago, when Mama Plog was visiting, we arose one early Sunday morn and headed to Aldgate Tube station where we joined a tour of the historically Jewish East End.

I loved it.

(I've also done Oscar Wilde's London and Jack the Ripper's London. I was only savvy enough to have issues with the latter retrospectively. So ... not that savvy, then)

The photo above is of a building formerly used as a "Soup Kitchen for the Jewish Poor". Now that's a group you don't hear about too much these days! Although they may feature more prominently in a post-Madoff world. Now there's a schmuck! Like we didn't have bad press anyway. Sociopathic dickwad.

Anyway this is how immature my beloved is. Upon seeing the photo above, he giggled like a schoolgirl after three packs of strawberry Hubba Bubba:

"Soup Kitchen for the Jewish Poo?!?!?!"

Oh, Mr. Plog! Mr HANKY, more like.