Hot tickets
Another blazing day. Lorraine and I off this morning in the Qashqai to Hateful Heath to look at tasteful light grey tiles for the bathroom. Lorraine then dropped me off at Brighton station, before having to go to Bolney for the village day.
The station was like a stirred up ants nest, as there were no trains to meet Klaudia for our golden ticket trip to London. After an hour or so, we had a cuppa in the station cafe and as the trains were so royally doomed discussed our options. After an hour, however, we caught a crowded train to Blackfriars, and eventually found ourselves sitting opposite a woman and her dog from Durham, both stressed about missing their connecting train.
A couple of tube stops to Monument and then walked up to the Aldwych where we found the Duchess Theatre. We squeezed into a Byron burger joint and had speedy chicken burgers, gulped down a milkshake and a cloudy lemonade before we found ourselves having our bags searched to get into the theatre.
We had second row seats and the theatre was packed. The play was just starting as we settled in. The Play That Goes Wrong, was luckily, extremely funny. A sort of slightly post-modern farce, with all kinds of visual gags, and the set collapsing, and stagehands being drawn into the action, and the corpse's hand being trodden on and so on. It reminded me a bit of Tom Stoppard's The Real Inspector Hound. Klaudia and I loved it. I would highly recommend it, and happily see it again. Because Klaudia and I have seen a few shows now, we can compare and contrast. Klaudia's favourite so far before today was the hip-hopera Into the Hoods.
After the show we threaded through Covent Garden, chatting about what we'd seen. The sun really hot, and being in London reminding me of being in Italy. Our journey home couldn't have been easier, however, a fast train at Victoria and were soon home.
I love my golden ticket days out with Klaudia.
We slowly walked up to West Hill Road. I popped in to say hello to Anton and Oskar before bidding my delightful goddaughter farewell, and strolling down to Hove in a sea breeze.
Lorraine and I met up again in Hove where we spent the evening with Rosie and Innis, met Rosie's mum Susan again, and Emily and the twins Phoebe and Lyra, and Simon and Paul. Drinking a few beers, snacking and shooting the breeze. Met Innis's daughter Eve for the first time, who was very pleasant and is a bit of a double act with her dad.
Home at around midnight, only for Lorraine and I to discover a dried up frog on the carpet, brought in by one of the cats. And so to bed.
Below, the obligatory interlude shot sponsored by Hagen Das, and Klaudia on the train.
The station was like a stirred up ants nest, as there were no trains to meet Klaudia for our golden ticket trip to London. After an hour or so, we had a cuppa in the station cafe and as the trains were so royally doomed discussed our options. After an hour, however, we caught a crowded train to Blackfriars, and eventually found ourselves sitting opposite a woman and her dog from Durham, both stressed about missing their connecting train.
A couple of tube stops to Monument and then walked up to the Aldwych where we found the Duchess Theatre. We squeezed into a Byron burger joint and had speedy chicken burgers, gulped down a milkshake and a cloudy lemonade before we found ourselves having our bags searched to get into the theatre.
We had second row seats and the theatre was packed. The play was just starting as we settled in. The Play That Goes Wrong, was luckily, extremely funny. A sort of slightly post-modern farce, with all kinds of visual gags, and the set collapsing, and stagehands being drawn into the action, and the corpse's hand being trodden on and so on. It reminded me a bit of Tom Stoppard's The Real Inspector Hound. Klaudia and I loved it. I would highly recommend it, and happily see it again. Because Klaudia and I have seen a few shows now, we can compare and contrast. Klaudia's favourite so far before today was the hip-hopera Into the Hoods.
After the show we threaded through Covent Garden, chatting about what we'd seen. The sun really hot, and being in London reminding me of being in Italy. Our journey home couldn't have been easier, however, a fast train at Victoria and were soon home.
I love my golden ticket days out with Klaudia.
We slowly walked up to West Hill Road. I popped in to say hello to Anton and Oskar before bidding my delightful goddaughter farewell, and strolling down to Hove in a sea breeze.
Lorraine and I met up again in Hove where we spent the evening with Rosie and Innis, met Rosie's mum Susan again, and Emily and the twins Phoebe and Lyra, and Simon and Paul. Drinking a few beers, snacking and shooting the breeze. Met Innis's daughter Eve for the first time, who was very pleasant and is a bit of a double act with her dad.
Home at around midnight, only for Lorraine and I to discover a dried up frog on the carpet, brought in by one of the cats. And so to bed.
Below, the obligatory interlude shot sponsored by Hagen Das, and Klaudia on the train.
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