A quiet night, a stack of books, a tuna melt on rye

Went 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 had something to say in my head about cranium when we stopped playing at 2:00 this morning, but now I can't remember what it was. Was proud of my self for drawing "cricket stump" with my eyes closed when I have no idea what it is. The American version is so much easier than the British version.

In other news I'm going to record my interesting "wow I'm really a university student" story 'cause well I've exhausted people to tell it to. One of my flat-mates decided to erect one of those large glass bong like things that the Catepiller uses in Alice in Wonderland in the middle of our kitchen table.  It was there for a week or so and then disapeared.  This week it reappeared -- in the bathtub.

Grrr. I miss my laptop. It's greatly annoying to have to schlep down to the computer room when ever I have something to say. Hence the great deal of last night... posts.

Anyway, last night International Cafe went down to the pier for fish and chips, or in my case fishcakes and chips because breading fish is just wrong. We then hung out on the beach like a bunch of townies or tourists, until the idea to take over the closed crazy golf place came up. So then we played mini-golf with tennis balls and cricket bats. There was much stopping and gawking by passers by.

On the way home I finally saw the ron-bus, which does not have a very good picture.

Went to lunch and then swimming in Lewes today. The pool was great; nice and warm, not too many people. Best of all was the "flume," apparently many english pools have them, which makes them infinitely superior to american pools in my opinion. Anyway it's a huge slide, that takes you through this black bit - vaguely reminiscent of Space Mountain, and then dumps you in a little pool at the bottom. According to the clocking mechanism, we were averaging around 7 mph on this thing. Tres cool. Though I do still smell like chlorine, even after a shower. Bleck.

Next up Milkshake party in the dorm!