What is the largest souvenir that you've ever brought home from a trip? One time, my wife and I were

living in Hungary, in Budapest for a year. We found a taxidermy's antique. It was a taxidermied fox

holding a little taxidermy duck under its arm.

So we bought it.

And then my parents came and visited and we said, hey, can you please fly home with this?

So they had to bring a little paper bag and a little fox, which is standing up.

This little head is poking out of the bag.

They carried it out of the plane.

Thanks, well.

Thanks, Dad.

I'm always trying to bring big, dumb stuff home from trips.

And it's always such a pain in the butt.

But then when you get it home, it's kind of worth it.

Anyway, picture the biggest souvenir you've ever tried to

bring home. Well, I tell you this next little story. In the 1960s, London Bridge was in fact

falling down, just like the nursery rhyme.

Though actually, it might be more accurate to say that London Bridge was sinking down,

as in it was literally sinking into the mud.

There had been this bridge in this spot in London since Roman times.

But the version they had had in the 1960s was actually built in the 1800s.

And in 1800s, they just had horses and buggies, not cars and double-deckers trying to drive over this thing.

And so the weight of all these modern cars and double-decker red London sightseeing buses was slowly driving the bridge into the mud.

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