Apologies for nothing yesterday but the internet was playing up at the hotel. (Can someone tell me why internet is so dreadful in London?!)
I arrived early at the V&A to visit the Hollywood Costumes exhibition. I had to stand in line for about an hour before I got to the ticket desk, but ended up booking entry for 12.15pm so it wasn't long to wait. I wandered around various exhibitions (I particularly enjoyed the 'fashion' exhibit) before getting in to the display I had paid for. And yes, it was incredible, but one thing would have made it so much better - a conveyor belt like they have for the Crown Jewels. Seriously, how slowly do some people read?! It should not take five solid minutes to read three lines of text.
In the afternoon I had shopping planned - two bookshops and HMV for the DVDs I want to buy and post home. Bookshops first (Daunt and Oxfam in Marylebone if anyone was wondering). Grand result: nothing. 0_o. I know, weird, huh?
After this was HMV, and perhaps I had been saving my money for that because I spent quite a bit there. The only downside is that I still have to post them home. Still, it's a lovely haul. (No, I'm not listing them all, not least because I've already parcelled them up.
One other nice thing happened - as I left HMV, a young man stopped me. I had given him such a lovely smile, he said, and would I like to go for cofffee? Unfortunately I had to decline a) because he looked about 20 and I refuse to date someone a decade younger than myself and b) I was running a little late for...
Yes, my West End visit this year was to my favourite show. The cast was headed by Stephen Tompkinson, probably best known for DCI Banks. I wasn't sure how he would be, but in fact he was fantastic! Actually, the entire cast was fabulous, although my favourite moments were those in which the cast were unable to help laughing when the script didn't call for it (which happened half-a-dozen times). The most fantastic unscripted moment was when, during Always Look on the Bright Side of Life, Patsy's umbrella didn't open and so he had to change his choreography to suit its absence. Then, when King Arthur was doing his "shit" line, both of them gestured at the useless, broken umbrella. I did sob at that point...
Today was another museum day - Museum of London and the British Museum. I went to the former to visit the Doctors, Dissection and Resurrection Men exhibition, which I thoroughly enjoyed! (I love all those weird and creepy things, in case you hadn't noticed.) One thing that did surprise me was that people had brought along three- and four-year-old children. Considering that most of the exhibits were bodies or body parts, as well as about murders and death, I can't help feeling that some children in London will be having nightmares tonight! The rest of the Museum of London was also very enjoyable and I heartily recommend it, particularly to Londoners.
After this I headed to the British Museum, which is one of those places I have been meaning to visit for ages, but never got around to seeing. These are the best of the many photos I took:
Only one more full day of holiday left, folks. :-(