With Christmas coming and some goose apparently gaining weight before the turkey has been carved a degree of wisdom decided that today was a good day to visit London. A portion of the day was spent in the delightful London Aquarium which I have been eager to visit ever since it opened.

Now as a vague review I'll say it's fun, but quite pricey. But as the title of this entry may suggest there was more to the day. I was attacked by a shark, not once either, twice! Obviously many of you must suspect that my ability to sit here typing meant these sharks were tiny babies, but oh no, they were large enough to scare a lot of grown men. My ability to sit here typing is because there was a big sheet of glass (or whatever they use) in the way.

The first attack came as I sat quietly by the tank admiring a ray, suddenly a big shadow loomed over my shoulder, SHARK! I didn't think a great deal at this point, but then it happened. A little while later I was watching another shark glide by, when suddenly his mouth opened and his head swung at me. I think it's pretty obvious that these sharks had it in for me. Cathy seems to think it's because I poked my tongue out at one a little earlier, and since I watched Jaws: The Revenge the other night, I'm beginning to wonder if she may have a point.