Westminister

Some come for justice, some to make the world a better place, others to blow it up. We went to the Mother of Parliaments 'cos we missed the Abbey last time round.

Sadly, you can't take piccies in Westminister Abbey - so I got some pretty ones around outside.

The Clock Tower, of course. Looks like we arrived just in time for breakfast. Big Ben is the bell inside this thing - the one that goes; BOING.
Following the recent drubbing the government got at the local elections, Tony Blair forcibly ejects Deputy Prime Minister John (lardarse) Prescott from parliament as part of his cabinet reshuffle. A smaller crane would have sufficed were it not for the fact that they had to pry him off another one of the secretaries he's been rodgering. Ew!
Churchill, of course. Story is, he didn't want a statue 'cos he didn't want pidgeon poo all over him - so they build one anyway and wired his baldy head up to shock the birds. He stands there and growls at the public, these days.
The Abbey itself. You get to here when you're alive if you are getting crowned monarch, marrying someone who might become monarch (though Charlie opted for St Paul's for his first, mad wife), or you pay the bloke on the door FIFTEEN BLOODY QUID.
You get to go there when you are dead if; you're a really nice person (Newton, Darwin, Wilde [Oscar even though he was a little, well, you know]), an ex-monarch (there's a bit of a theme going on here) or bloody rich.

The chick in front doesn't look all that dead though.
Just a pretty shot, really. There's a big red bus, the London Eye, a building with chimneys on it that is only about 7 years old, and some of the great unwashed masses milling around in the foreground. Unless it's election time when they are the heroic working class.