Monk.

What a charming monk.

I'll remind you of an encounter with a monk that I had many months ago.

Today at the very same location, I was approached by a different man. "Excuse me," he said, "Are you coming from that direction?" He pointed down the street. I replied in the affirmative. "Well then you're qualified!" I laughed; he won me over. He was just asking for donations to feed someone or something, and even had a monk ID card. Coincidentally, my pockets were filled with jingling change because I was trying to shed a few pounds of coins that I had accumulated, and had no use for. I didn't really want to plop a pile of forty 5 pence coins down at the counter of Starbucks, so it all really worked out, didn't't?

So goodbye England.