"Hamley's, we love you! Hamley's, we do!"

I really do. It's just a cool place - Even if their selection of action figures IS shite!

We started off on the top floor, and worked our way down.
I got the aforementioned Best Hat Ever, and Kat got £30 worth of Jelly Beans.
Mmm... Jelly Beans! Nothing in this world is as tasty as a buttered-popcorn flavour Jelly Belly jelly bean.

We picked up a new flatmate here, too - An as-yet unnamed cat from the Bear Factory section.
He's got specs, smaaaart shoes, and a pinstripe suit.
We think he works in an office somewhere. Not sure though - He's quite quiet.
He's supposed to snore, since Kat didn't want to record a voicechip herself.
Sounds more like purring to her.
Sounds more like Darth Vader to me and Semp!

I bought Kat a new keyring - a 3D laser engraving of Tigger, in a glass block.
The technique is excellent, and although the scanner used only gets a 180* view, it's still impressive to see a translucent Tigger suspended in space with no seam lines at all! ( A laser is used to burn away the glass, controlled by a CAD/CAM computer. Nifty! )

Max Rebo was along for the trip too, and he got his photo taken with Tinky Winky.
The big purple poof tried to chat him up, but Max is a real ladies' man, so politely declined - Even when Tinky Winky tried to use the old "Do you want to come and see some puppies, then?" line.
True, he MIGHT have simply been talking about the stuffed dogs on the 1st floor, but you never know.
He carries a HANDBAG for god's sake!

Kat and Julie wanderer off for pubbage, and Thumper and I endulged in some Star Wars Racer action.
We admired some lovely chess sets, then went off to join the ladies.

"We're in the Red Lion", said Kat's text.

A suggestion for any Londoners reading this blog :
TRY TO BE A BIT MORE BLOODY ORIGINAL WHEN NAMING YOUR PUBS!
There's 2 Red Lions within a minute's walk!
Bunnyboy and I were in one, wondering where the hell Kat and Julie were!
They, in turn, had forgotten the name of the "Food after 5pm" place, and were wondering where WE were!

Pesky bloody English unoriginal pub-namer-type-people.

Then onto dinner.