Though I did quite like the statues -- Achilles, especially, given that I didn't anticipate that he'd be there -- and Speaker's Corner. I was ushered into it by a man screaming "fuck you; FUCK YOU ALL", and I'm sure he had a valid social message in there somewhere, but his presence discouraged me from getting closer to that giant statue he was standing against; a giant statue of a decapitated horse's head. So, being unable to get close enough to read any kind of information board, I was just left to conclude that it was a tribute to The Godfather, which I'm sure it was.
At Speaker's Corner I was hoping to hear some maniac shrieking "THE END IS NIGH! And I will now calmly share my logical reasoning for this belief", but that didn't happen. Instead, there were lots of those "Free Hugs" morons (can you catch an STD that way?), and some speakers whose speeches were so hypocritical and contradictory that I won't even bother quoting them. I think we were all listening to them because we admire that they have the guts to spout bull to strangers, and we wish we could do that too.
I suffered Hyde Park more than I had to, because they only seem to put maps on the edges of this pretentious, annoying green mess, so when I got to one end there was a sign that said "sorry, I lied, you can't get to Kensington this way. lol. You'll have to try again". When I escaped, I visited Harrods, which is a gargantuan rectangle of vomit encrusted in gold, and The Victoria and Albert Museum, which was incredible. Descriptive, eh?