You know you're old when there's a generation that never knew Britian as part of Europe. You also know you're old when you have this much luggage in tow. Whatever happened to Keep Calm and Carry On?
Hold on tight, that might be a Boeing window.
The Greatest Generation saved the world from the cockpit of a Spitfire as the bombs rained on London. The Spoiledest Generation wonders why they can't reach the touch screen when the chair becomes a bed.
Is the midnight sundae cart en route?
The Full English Breakfast after Rachel Reeves got her hands on it.
The station's Bond, Bond Street.
Elementary my dear Watson, which part of your room isn't ready yet didn't you understand?
But not to worry, it doesn't take many clues to deduce there's a bar in the courtyard.
Auditioning some new Royals to replace His Disgracefulness Andrew Mountbatten. Don't worry, just because they're from the Upper East Side doesn't mean they've been to that townhouse...
Thanks to His Majesty for making his residences available whilst off galivanting on a fox hunt or something.
The good old days, when you drove with the seat of your pants, not an AI-optimized tire preservation program. You know, like how Daddy drove his Corolla.
Now that's a proper Full English. You know, one where you're actually full afterwards.
The world is your Oyster Card.
A bridge between centuries.
Back when power meant cogs and levers not thousands of Nvidia Blackwells whirring in a silent data center.
Jolly good show old fellow, cracker of a day if I do say so myself.
The majestic HMS Belfast still patrolling the Thames after all these years. None shall pass. Except those with a ticket and dorky audio guide.
Faster, sailor, faster! Those U-Boats aren't going to sink themselves! Step lively my good man!
Is that the Uber Boat arriving?
Captain, set course for the Battersea System.
The mighty Battersea Power Station's turbine halls were once pulsating with the fiery metamorphosis of carbon into electricity, now they're transmuting tourist Pounds into ice cream and Apple products.
The Existential Climate Change Express. Ride up the middle of one of the towering smokestacks and imagine what life was like for a CO2 molecule before cancellation.
On second thought, this whole Woke Power rocks: no smog, blue skies, an entire turbine hall full of consumer goodies shipped across the ocean and produced with outsourced carbon...
The Three Amigos? Hang on a second, did we lose the power trader in the power station?
It seems Big Fossil Fuel has a message for us.
Team Devan Global Headquarters. Where almost-PMs and captains of industry rub shoulders with... Massey alumni.
You'll always have Palmy.
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