That annoys me. Because it’s Big Ben. Not Large Liz.
Can’t they name something else after her?
Big Ben is like what you think of when you think of London. You picture a red phone box with Paddington Bear inside calling up the marmalade manufacturer and across the street in the background there’s Big Ben.
Ok, so you don’t picture Paddington Bear. I added that because I love that Bear.
And if my mother and sister do not bring back a Paddington Bear doll from Harrods, I will flip the fuck out. Because all I want is that and a really cute phone case that they have at Harrods. And this book that hasn’t come out yet. And like a commemorative Kate and Will plate or spoon or whatever.
I am already being very nice and unjealous (well jealous in the inside but I don’t express it, I act graciously even though my sister is throwing hissy fits and is being so disrespectful that I wouldn’t take her, and because I haven’t been in a decade and it’s my favorite place) so the least they can do is bring me a Paddington Bear from Harrods.