Big-Up Arial Blogs.
Recently, in a stroke of magic, I flew over London, then dropped a bomb on Number 10. But then I awoke from my dream and found I'd shat the bed.
So onto our helicopter trip over the capital then.
This is the helicopter. The actual one, as opposed to any random helicopter.
And some sights and shit. Whatever really. I felt uber air-sick, and saw a city I dislike from another angle, and missed out on taking narcotics with friends who are leaving for other countries for 8 months.
Bit of a laugh though, and the person it was intended for enjoyed it greatly.