Monday, I got to play a famous Monty Python game: Spot The Looney

We started out early in the morning and caught a train out of Waterloo station to the town of Salisbury. Our ultimate destination: Stonehenge.

The train was packed because this also happened to be the train that goes to Farnborough, where a huge international airshow was in progress. The cars were full of suits, and we were forced to sit in the smoking car, which was really awful. Luckily, the train emptied at Farnborough, and we were able to migrate to a non-smoking car which only had one remaining person on it.

When we arrived in Salisbury, the other person exited the car. She got up and put on her hat. It's a hat you'd recognize, it's the type wide-brimmed straw hat with flowers on it that you'd cut two ear holes in and put on a mule named "Daisy". She was wearing a shawl and a dress that would make Stevie Nicks proud, a big, battered gypsy carpet bag with flowers and beads on it and was carrying a stick adorned with a crystal and a feather.

BZZZZZT! That's right, you have correctly identified the Looney.

No doubt she was making a pilgrimage to Stonehenge. I only hoped she wasn't going to cavort naked in front of the stones in a Druidic fertility dance.

We lost the looney somewhere in the train station, perhaps she used astral projection to get to Stonehenge quicker but we used the double-decker bus instead. Shades of Taiwan, I couldn't stand up straight on the upper level of the bus.

Stonehenge is really quite impressive, but you cannot get too close. I had to admire the determination and ingenuity of a bunch of near-cavemen hacking these big stones out of the ground and hauling them many, many miles to the site.

Despite being located on a miserably cold, wind-swept plain there were hundreds of visitors surrounding it.

While most people who visit Stonehenge return to Salisbury afterwards, we continued on to the small town of Avebury, which is the sight of another stone circle. Unlike Stonehenge, you can still go up to these stones, in fact, the town is built in the center of the circle. Vistors are allowed to walk around the cow pastures where the monolithic stones were placed thousands of years ago.

It was great to get out of London, the countryside somewhat made up for the city blight.