London Duck Tours: Tourist trap or comedy gold?

So my girlfriend’s Spanish cousins are in the house (London) so she booked tickets on the London Duck Tours.

Oh dear, I thought, quickly followed by, what the hell. And what a tasty hell it was! Spent the entire journey grinning away on the back seat while the compere, Matthew, spat (tall) tales of London’s history. He was genius. Most interesting fact? Londoners’ were so keen to name streets in Westminster after the Duke of Buckingham (first tenant of the palace) that they called one street Duke St, one Buckingham Road, and wait for it, one Of Lane. A visit to Google back at home informed me this was indeed a lie, but as they say in Dublin, don’t let the facts get in the way of a good story – or a hisotrical tour of the capital.

So there I was learning facts and fibs about London (almost believed him when he pointed out Steven Gerard’s house only to spin round to see the blue neons of the French bistro chain Chez Gerard glaring in my eyes) … anywho, there I was giggling like a tramp on acid and realised that no one else could understand a word he was saying. Yes, it was the most esoteric, fluent-in-English centric tour in … well … London. To be fair the man probably has to spit the same shit eight times a day, so god bless him for working on his act. Subterranean black-brick trend box for your dose of fresh comedy? Nah, book me on that bloody yellow bus. Oh yeah, it goes on the river too!

To book a tour click here