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London Calling
Jun. 13th, 2004 01:43 pmWent to London as promised. Got the express train, which then proceeded to break down at the next station, so then I got a less express train. First went to the TXTS booth in Leister square to get a matinee ticket - which was the ultimate goal of the trip. Ended up with Jerry Springer: the opera, which I was really excited about. Noticed there was a "West End during the war" exhibition going on in the park, and got a kebab which I managed to drop all over my shoes.
I then took the tube - I like subways so much better then buses - to baker street to see the Sherlock Holmes museam. It was too expensive for what it had, but at least I got my picture taken in the living room, so I can look like a cool person - or something. Purchased a pin for my book bag, and headed back to leister square, because the theater I needed was nearby.
Listened to the primary school who was giving a concert as part of the "West End during the war" exhibition - they were as you expect a primary school would be. As saw two older ladies dancing to the accompaning band - who were much more interesting than the singers. By that time it was time to head to the theater.
Jerry Springer: the opera is absolutely hilarious. The first act is just like any episode of the actual show you may have seen, except the guests and the audience all sing. Nothing quite compares to four-, eight- (more?) part harmony on "fuck you" or "crack whore," or the wonder of the "talk to the hand" song. The second act is just surreal. Jerry gets taken down to hell to get Jesus to give and apology to the Devil. God gets to sing a song "it ain't easy being me" and archangel Micheal (or was it Gabriel) is a transvestite.
Came back to Brighton and went to a BBQ. Taught Ryan to play something that vaguely resembled baseball. At least we were playing with a real bat, ball, and glove; although, the (single) base was in the wrong direction and he kept trying to get multiple runs off a hit.
I then took the tube - I like subways so much better then buses - to baker street to see the Sherlock Holmes museam. It was too expensive for what it had, but at least I got my picture taken in the living room, so I can look like a cool person - or something. Purchased a pin for my book bag, and headed back to leister square, because the theater I needed was nearby.
Listened to the primary school who was giving a concert as part of the "West End during the war" exhibition - they were as you expect a primary school would be. As saw two older ladies dancing to the accompaning band - who were much more interesting than the singers. By that time it was time to head to the theater.
Jerry Springer: the opera is absolutely hilarious. The first act is just like any episode of the actual show you may have seen, except the guests and the audience all sing. Nothing quite compares to four-, eight- (more?) part harmony on "fuck you" or "crack whore," or the wonder of the "talk to the hand" song. The second act is just surreal. Jerry gets taken down to hell to get Jesus to give and apology to the Devil. God gets to sing a song "it ain't easy being me" and archangel Micheal (or was it Gabriel) is a transvestite.
Came back to Brighton and went to a BBQ. Taught Ryan to play something that vaguely resembled baseball. At least we were playing with a real bat, ball, and glove; although, the (single) base was in the wrong direction and he kept trying to get multiple runs off a hit.
