With March Madness over, I thought we would finally blog about what the hell we're doing in London.  First, a disclaimer. A few readers have noted that Lupe -- the crab previously known as Old Speckled Hen, previously known as She-Crab --  never blogs.  This is not entirely true.  By her own admission, Lupe is a "techno-tard" and hates computers. But that gargantuan brain of hers contributes many of the ideas that you eventually read here.  So that's that.

First, the news:  Yours truly, previously known as Old Scratch, Little Joe and coutnless other nicknames, is hereby known as Old Brokebone.  Why? Becaue I broke my collar bone.  AGAIN.  Long story short: I was stumbling around the South Bank of London last week in a rainstorm and took a tumble. I caught myself with my right arm, which sent the force of the impact right into my collar bone. Actually it's not broken this time. It's more of a fracture. The bone has just slid out of place at the point of the original break. I'm going to an orthopedic surgeon on Thursday to determine what court of action to take.  It took forever just to get this apointment, you'd think it would have been an emergency when I called and said I had a fracture.  Gotta love that socialized medicine known as Britiain's NHS, or National Health System.  NOT.

On Saturday night, Lupe, Old Brokebone and a fellow GMU grad (heretoforth known as the Dutch Dame from Delaware) found ourselves at The Sports Cafe in London.  This is one of those mega theme bars like ESPN SportsZone, only 10 times cheesier.  There was another table of GMU coeds so we weren't the only Mason fans in the bar, but we were heavily outnumbered by Florida fans.  Anyway, so we're waiting for the game to start at midnight when suddenly the geniuses behind the bar decide they are going to turn down the volume of the game and instead blare hideous ly ridiculous 80s pop songs like "Wake Me Up Before Uou Go Go" and Billie Jean (which we heard twice).  Those Brits love cheezy pop music. Mason lost as the world knows now. Oh well. See you in 2006.  It was pouring rain when we walked out. It is London, after all. And the Tube had stopped running so we had to take the good old night bus, which ought to be renamed "The Drunk Tank Express".

On Sunday, Old Brokebone and Lupe made it down to Hammersmith to a friend's house to watch the Oxford-Cambridge boat race. This is one heck of a party. Basically it's a nearly 200-year-old tradition begun by two lads arguing through snail mail over which school had the better rowing team.  Today more than 250,000 people turn out along the banks of the Thames River to watch the 4-mile long race. It's a huge street party, made even better by the fantastic warm spring weather we had Sunday.  Oxford won by a boat length.

This week, it's cold again. Dammit.  The Two Crabs will soon bid adieu to this horrible English weather by going on holiday to Spain and Morocco on Friday. Photos and blog entries TK.  See ya soon!