THe Land Of "Eng"

I have decided to keep a journal of the 2 month trip I will be taking in London. As the title explains London is a land of "eng" and i plan of doing, sleeping, traveling, and so on. Here it goes

So i have completed the first two days of the 2 month London trip. After landing in London about 5 pm local time me my father and my brother all went to a nice Indian eatery in Hounslow, were we are staying. It was a comfortable place with a kitchen in the basement, and very spicy chicken tika. After that we met up with my Dads friend who he went to High School with in India almost 50 years ago. He now runs a cab business in Hounslow close to were my dad is staying. We got a 5 pound cab from my dads friends company to take us to ASDA, which is the UK version of Walmart, except it is much nicer and cleaner feeling much more like a very large Target. ASDA is open 24 hours and is the cheapest place to shop in London according to the sign outside of the store. After wee purchased some breakfast foods, and needed supplies we walked along the uneven pavement of Hounslow back to the flat. Hounslow is just outside of central London, about 20 minutes away on the underground. Hounslow is very close to the London Heathrow airport causing many bed and breakfast's and hotels to spring up all around the area. After walking back to the flat I fell asleep on my inflatable mattress only to awake at about 3 oclock local time. Today I began to notice the cultural and linguistic differences between America and the UK. For example while talking to my aunt who lives on the other side of Hounslow, I mentioned my father would get home from work at around "7". She then asked me when he would be home 3 additional times two to which I answered "7" before the 3rd time i realized i had to answer "7 o'clock". After my dad did get home at around 7, we headed to central London where the prologue to the Tour De France was occurring. There were no races today but there was a musical performer we watched for a few minutes. The few standout songs were merely covers of the Usher and the Darkness's Do You Believe In A Thing called love. From there we traveled to Leicester (pronounced Lester) Square where we had dinner at a local Italian restaurant which was aptly named "Ristorante Italiano." All of us ordered "piazza" which tasted a lot like the frozen cardboard pizza sold in Ralphs Supermarkets for a dollar. The standout ingredient was the pepperonis which were from pepperoni sausages in stead of pepperoni stacks. Following the Italian food, we walked past a theater(which along with centers are spelled with an re instead of an er) playing Monty Pythons Spamalot to another Italian eatery once again appropriatley called Italiano Cafe. There we had some coffee and lattes. London is a great city and the people here all seem very kind, mainly because of there proper tone.
Ill add some mp3s to this post later time to sleep