Apparently I like to post in a hurry at the moment... If my laptop had better battery life I would have more time... 33% left... I should get on with it.
We finally made it up to London yesterday and we spent the first couple of hours marvelling at how close everything was.
Our first stop after Waterloo was to walk to South Bank where we were immediately side-tracked by the National Theatre. Wow. I ended up in the bookshop within about 10 minutes of arriving and 20 minutes later exited the proud owner of Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett and Darkness Illuminated by Robert Butler about the staging of His Dark Materials at the Olivier Theatre through the production process. It sounds like an amazing show. I wish I'd gotten to see it. I must read the books now. They sound pretty amazing too.
After that we explored two exhibitions at the Tate Modern until our brains hurt and we needed some water and a quiet debrief about the art on display.
The evening was passed watching our first show on the West End, Chicago. We'd originally planned to see Spamalot or Wicked but they'd sold out. It was entertaining as expected and an easy way to ease ourselves into theatre again.
I love the greyness of England. I woke up this morning and spent the first 5 hours of my day on the window sill of the flat writing in my journal (almost finished it...) and sketching the upper part of the street with my fountain pen. It was very restful and a wonderful chance for me to just daydream and well, be.
We had lunch with Aunt Jackie at the Guildford Institute which was a quaint little tea room. I had the mushroom lasagne which was delicious. Gene's feeling somewhat under the weather after the big nights out of late and is still a bit feverish. So we've tucked him up in bed.
Tomorrow I'll be catching up with some friends in London which I'm really looking forward to. We might even fit in the British Museum with any luck...
19% battery left so I should go!
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I first read the 'Dark Materials' series having read somewhere that, while still being children's fantasy, it was more worthy of being labelled literature than the Harry Potter series.
While I'm not sure I agree that HP is not 'literature' (I think it's a very uppity view of what constitutes literature, and am particularly impressed by Rowling's ability to mature the stories and writing style as her characters and main reading base mature), I absolutely loved 'Dark Materials' and can see how you'd almost put them in a whole other category to HP.
But who cares? They are both excellent stories, even though Dark Materials is far less known. Although that is set to change with the (gulp) upcoming movie. I am often nervous about movies of books I enjoyed, and maybe I am particularly nervous because Ms Kidman (about whom I am particulalrly Blah) is involved. *sigh*
Glad to hear you're enjoying yourself. I'm off to NZ on Wednesday, the first of my 2007 International Gallivants series!
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