That Lundun
Subtitle - famous for being famous!
Tuesday night, after a bloody long day at work (had a consultant come in to give a demo of some software, but they guy who had organised it was off sick, and the wrong room was booked, and there were 17 people turning up, and it was extremely stressful), I headed off back to Smalltown, to partake of the second part of my birthday present from my sister.
Hence, Wednesday morning saw me crawling out of bed at 6 in the morning, trying my hardest not to growl at my mother, as I head for the bathroom and she is persistently asking me what I want for breakfast.
Ten past seven, and my brother in law arrives, with my niece in tow, to take us to Not-So-Smalltown, to catch the coach which was going to take us to that Lundun.
Coach was on time, yet it still took us until after 9 o’clock to actually make it onto the motorway - and less than an hour later, we had to have a stop.
At 12.45, we finally got off the coach in that Lundun - what a nightmare journey! I was expecting to have lots of time to wander that Lundun, maybe go to a museum. In the end, we had 2 and a quarter hours in total - including trying to get some lunch.
Thankfully we were in a reasonable part of town - and my niece has only been to that Lundun a few times, and when she was much younger, and only with her family. So I took her wandering around Covent Garden. We laughed at some of the street performers (and believe me, there was possibly the crappest performer I have ever seen - one guy painted gold, just whirling some chains - nothing fancy, just standing still and waving them about). I got myself picked on by one of the performers (curses for having such noticable hair). We found a Mexican restaurant in one of the side streets which was reasonable - especially the lunch with two very nice bottles of Dos Equis included in the price.
Then back to the Strand, to see Joseph.
Now, I don’t watch very much telly at all any more. Apparently the person playing Joseph is famous because he won some “I want to be a celebrity, vote for me,” type of telly show.
The audience were going bananas, screaming when he first came on stage. The woman next to me actually fell over at the end of the show, when she leaped up out of her seat to clap him.
Me? I thought it was an okay show. The guy had absolutely no stage presence - I have seen Joseph a few times (sadly not Jason Donovan though), and his performance was on a par with one of the travelling shows that appears in local theatres for a week at a time before moving on - not bad, but not outstanding.
The production was a different thing all together. This is obviously a consequence of the tv show, where they made money out of the gullible masses from the phone ins. The production was much better than any of the shows I have seen previously.
With one exception.
The coat was a big disappointment. Wasn’t that big, and wasn’t all that brightly coloured. Definitely seen better in the local theatre.
When it was finished, we were back outside, with less than half an hour to wait for the bus - not even enough time to find the nearest Starbucks!
We finally got off the coach at quarter to 11, and back home just after 11.
And my sisters comment on the coach? She booked the coach over the train, because it would be less hassle.
My family are insane.