As I winged my way to London this morning I couldn't help marveling at what a small world it is. Right there with me on United Flight #394 to Heathrow were two 7th and Montana regulars: My friend Cathy L. -- who is on her way to Oxford to shoot a documentary before joining her husband, J.P., on his book tour -- and a Certain Mystery Woman. I don't know the Mystery Woman but she looks like one of the "Regulars-in-a-Rush" at 7th and Montana (see photo for further evidence). Speaking of "rush," London is one of my favorite cities but I'm only here for a day. I squeezed in a quick trip to the British Museum to take another look at the Rosetta Stone and, as long as I was there, I couldn't resist visiting the controversial Parthenon Friezes which the Earl of Elgin so deftly scraped off the side of the Parthenon and shipped to Britain 200 years ago. On my way out, I passed a smiling Ramses the Great, a scowling refugee from Easter Island and more Mummies than you can shake a stick at. I then walked around London's "media neighborhood" where I'm staying, down Oxford Street, through Soho Square and beyond until my iPod, my cell phone and I all ran out of juice. Now I'm weighing my options for dinner. Nearby restaurants include "Jerk City" (a man standing near Oxford Circus holding a "Jerk City" sign tried his best to convince me that the restaurant is not filled with jerks) and the ever-popular "Bite Me," a snack bar for people with obvious bad taste. On second thought, maybe I'll order something from Room Service ...!