I wonder how the people of London live all pressed together like this.

The streets are packed.

There are no trashcans.

I’ve been holding this ice cream wrapper for hours.

I wonder how people of London aren’t all obese.

The fish and chips are delicious.

I can’t stop eating cake.

Good thing we are walking everywhere.

I wonder how the people of London don’t all have lung cancer.

Everyone is smoking.

The sky is gray.

I don’t have a choice but to breathe this air.

I wonder how the people of London aren’t all deaf.

Children are screaming.

Horns are blaring.

My thoughts are running away from me.

I wonder how the people of London are interested America.

We don’t have accents

We don’t have big ben

Yet they all ask about Dawson’s Creek