Yesterday, Queen Elizabeth descended amongst the commonfolk and took the public train from London to her country estate for the holidays. She even purchased the ticket herself, with "her own money." This is quite odd, because I'm sure she usually travels everywhere in a horse-drawn carriage upholstered in Burberry check and fully equipped with footwarmers and goblet-holders. My co-worker Will suggested that perhaps she hadn't been groped in a while, and thought it looked fun; I think she might have been tempted by the prospect of using an "Oyster card," which is the stupidest name for a Metro card ever. In any event, it clearly wasn't a publicity stunt to make her look "of the people," because there are only three pictures of her getting on the train, and not a single bit of video footage -- and we all know that the British press are capable of much, much more than that.

Last night's season finale of "Daisy of Love" reflected the choice that every rock chick has made at least once in her life: should she choose the guy who can give her what she needs, or the guy who can give her what she wants?

And another one bit the dust when Daisy chose London, the man she "wanted." 12 Pack may have been unfairly played (he was very excited when he was told he was going to Maui, as seen in the clip above, and only learned he was eliminated when he wasn't given a plane ticket), but Flex had it the worst: after seeing the Hawaiian landscapes and tasting the mai-tais, he had to fly back to the mainland solo.

So best wishes go out to the new couple, even though Daisy essentially undermined all of the show's challenges, romantic dates, and eliminations by wanting to be with the type of guy she has always gone for (which was also the type of guy who has always left her).

There were a few season finales this weekend, one of which was "Kings," may it rest in peace (sniff). "Denise Richards: It's Complicated" went out with a bang (or shall we say, a wail) when she hollered "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" at Wrigley Field. And, fueled by pineapple pina coladas, the lovely Daisy finally picked her prince!

Otherwise, this weekend brought the usual rumpus on "Kendra," more creepy creatures on "Merlin," and Joel McHale making fun of Gordon Ramsay and his minions on "The Soup." In the video above, Joel zooms in on "Hell's Kitchen" contestant Robert (remember him?), who shared his secret for appetizer success: "You gotta heat up the oven before you get busy, baby" [wink, tongue action]. For a full roundup, click "continue reading."

And I want in on it.

It has been brought to my attention that last week, when the Obamas were in London, Michelle Obama and the Queen of England hit it off and are now BFFs. And even though I've got some wonderful friends whom I've known forever, I'm thinking I need to make it my business to inject myself into this newly-formed covalent bond and transform it into a polar covalent bond. (Brush up on your chemistry, people.)

But a few things are standing in my way. First, it seems both women enjoy tea, which I do not: it's just water with a nice floral or earthy smell. Second, I am not interested in growing vegetables -- just eating them (even though worms are totally awesome). And third, I'm not...you know, royalty. Although, last I checked, the queen did have two unmarried grandchildren....

Above: Tony Hale is never not weird.

Oh, Wednesday. How you represent a hump in the middle of our weeks. And yet, so much delightful TV programming!

Vaporized booze has been around for a while, but it always had this I-swear-I'm-not-an-alcoholic spring breaky kinda feel to it. Not any more, though. Finally someone has brought a little class to the technology. Thanks London. At "Alcoholic Architecture" you put on a little Hazmat suit and walk through a mist that will get you drunk. Try inhaling a cocktail through your nose for a little burn. Mmm, fun.

Above: oh my God, it's Ciara! (She is apparently a pop star?)

Last night, it was more reruns, which doesn't usually bother me SO much on a Wednesday night because of a standing date with a friend for Embarrassing Movie Wednesday (last night's was "Hannah Montana: The Movie," and yes, we're both well past our tweens), but there was so little on my DVR when I got home! Let's look at what did actually air.

When the Queen of England deigns to tell you to shut up, you know you've forgotten to use your "inside voice." Also, it's OK to get a little starstruck around world leaders, but try to be cool about it. Points for not humping anyone, though.

To supplement the above raw G20 protest footage from "CBS News," we once again go to our anonymous banker Facebook friend (ABFF), reporting direct from London.

It is the first day of G20. Did financial workers in the City dress down, as advised?

Yes! As ABFF writes in this morning's status update, "Hey you in the ironed jeans and Prada trainers: you're not fooling anyone that you might be a G20 protester."

ABFF's office is located just above the "climate camp" some protesters have organized. After the jump, his exclusive photos -- complete with wry captions.

Michelle Obama is officially the most glamorous and sophisticated First Lady since Jackie Kennedy. And toute le monde is aflutter at the prospect of her visit to Europe this week for G20. So, whatever the politico-economic results of the summit, at least America will have succeeded in restoring a bit of its old Camelot-era magic, right?

But let's not get overconfident. The unseasoned Mrs. Obama does face some possible upstaging, as demonstrated by the Daily Beast's gallery of "Sizzling G-20 Wives" - or, as I like to call it, GLOG (Gorgeous Ladies of G20). They include a b-movie actress, an opera singer, Mick Jagger's ex and, oh yeah, the actual president of Argentina.

Check out the competition here.