So Towel Day rolled round again. Towel Day is in celebration of the work of the late Douglas Adams and only a strag wouldn’t carry their towel on the 25th of May. But where to take it? How to top last year’s effort of towels in subterranean tunnels? This year it had to be really big. Really cool. Really wonderful. And what could be more wonderful than the seven wonders of the ancient world? Here goes then!
First up was the Mausoleum of Maussollos at Halicarnassus. Actually, that was destroyed in a series of earthquakes so
, Jo and I opted for towels at Westminster Abbey instead. The inscription is suitably gloomy and dramatic: ‘May God grant to the Living: Grace. To the Departed: Rest. To the Church & the World: Peace and Concord. And to us Sinners Eternal Life.’
So onto the next wonder. This time it was the Lighthouse of Alexandria. OK technically not a lighthouse but it’s made of light stone and it’s where the LondonLite is published from. And at least Jo who is helpfully modelling the towels is very, very tall. It’s practically the same.
Onwards! The next wonder on the list was the nearby Temple of Artemis at Ephesus or Kensington Church Street as it is now known. It is truly a wonderful thing to gaze on such a site and realise that it exactly as it would have been when the Turks worshipped there in 550BCE.
After a short rest for gushy fuds we journeyed on to see the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Naturally, over time plants will die out and other plants will replace them. Thus the hanging baskets probably look a little different to the ones they had in the original garden and besides, the Iraqi climate is very different to that of Kensington. Although on the plus side, they’ve now added a function room.
Moving swiftly on we discovered the Statue of Zeus at Olympia. Kensington Olympia that is. Actually it’s not so much a statue as a bollard which could – with a little imagination – be carved into a teeny tiny statue of whomsoever you fancy. Kensington Olympia is sadly lacking in the statuary department. We did spot a pigeon but couldn’t quite work out how to get it to pose with towels so this will have to do.
As we were leaving for
Giza Euston I did notice that while there might be a lack of statues in the area; at least the locals do a decent bit of carving. Showing that hoopy froods across the ages have been out and about brandishing their towels.
Once we arrived at the Great Pyramid we struck upon a problem. There weren’t actually too many geezers hanging around. Fortunately poggs helped us out. And the pyramid was great, really it was.
As the day drew to a close we had one more stop to make with our towels. Happily, Euston Station is situated right beside a colossal lot of roads with cars whizzing about all over the place so it took only a few minutes to complete our journey.
What a great Towel Day. Although now that my towel has been both underground and to the seven wonders of the world I’m not sure what’s next. I wonder how much those Virgin spaceflights are…