The green, green grass of Wimbledon. For anyone who has ever been a tennis player, it's a place to see--although they won't let you touch the grass!!
And then an evening of gore with Simon--by day a Beefeater at the Tower of London and by night a teller of gory Jack the Ripper tales while walking the streets of Whitechapel where the murders were committed in 1888-and more gory than we ever knew--and they still don't know definitively who he was--and probably never will.
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