London: in summary so far

I decided to take my week in London easy on account of the whole head injury thing. Every morning I set out on a Tube expedition from Wood Green & so far every evening I’ve returned to my sister’s place without incident (touch wood). Not only have I not been lost once, I haven’t been late for any of my dates either! It’s been cold and grey — but not too cold and grey.

Wednesday I met old school friend Alison at Stratford Westfields, the biggest megalopolis of a shopping centre I’ve ever seen in my life. The Olympics is being built beside it. You could probably fit every Westfields in Australia inside. We had sushi, then went to see Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, which I enjoyed, despite it not being faithful in any way to anything Sir Arthur ever writ. Most definitely the gayest Holmes & Watson ever. I do hope they’re making a third.

Yesterday, after pizza and coffee with Guthrie, I managed to catch the awesome Joanna Lumley live in The Lion in Winter at the Theatre Royale, Haymarket. Walked in off the street 2 minutes before the show started. The theatre – a work of art in itself, all painted gold, bas-relief fat-arse cherubs hanging off everything — was packed in 3 tiers, yet I scored a seat 7 rows from the front, dead centre!

Bought a pomelo on the way home. Yum!

Today, a trip to Old Spittlefield Market where I bought a groovy jacket and a couple of t-shirts after having lunch with Al & Yasin (pictured). Then onwards to St Pauls, past the miserably-huddled Occupy movement encampment. I took some snaps and then a perky young guy wanted me to be in a photo he was taking of masked protestors. Carrying my shopping, Pan Am shoulder bag and my sister’s camera, I’m guessing I was included to represent capitalist excess, or something.

I crossed the Millennium Bridge, then went to visit the Tate Modern with Gus. Best things glimpsed: A couple of scary Max Ernst forests, one of which had to have at least vaguely inspired H R Geiger’s Alien. The Handsome Pork Butcher by Francis Picabia and some truly miserable black and white photos of what were purported to be Italian children’s holiday camps. Shudder. Gus and I walked to Waterloo along the Thames. I will never get over the bigness of this city.

Bought another pomelo on the way home. You can never have too many. Snaps here.

 

3 Comments

  1. I love pomelos. But I’m not jealous. Cos you know what I’ve got for breakfast? A pomegranate. *nom nom nom*

    Glad you’re having a great time 🙂

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