I adore London, oh yessiree, I do!

Basically today was me getting tickets for theatre and going for two plays in a day, while somehow cramming some half-hearted sightseeing in between. I’m not doing musicals yet cuz I figure they’ll always be on, ‘cept bloody Cats. But I am only even marginally interested in that for that sapsuckingsong Memory (gasp!) anyway.

Couldn’t get The Vagina Monologues (but I know they do that elsewhere too), A Streetcar Named Desire (cos Glenn Close is Blanche DuBois) or The Breath of Life. The breath of what? Well, it has the Dames Judi Dench and Maggie Smith.

Yes, you can see how this Anglophile is salivating now. J-Dawg prolly still remember me ranting about Iris and Gosford Park.

But oh woe is me! All sold out before this pilgrim even landed on Albion’s shores. But sometimes tragedies have sunnier faces. I caught a matinee of Mrs. Warren’s Profession, a lowkey but still superb play starring Brenda Blethyn (of Mike Leigh’s Secrets and Lies; she was commanding, the diva I never imagined) and a supporting role by Laurence Fox, the useless English playboy in The Hole and Gosford Park. He plays yet another one, but the sweet 1920′s P.G. Wodehouse type of daft, bumbling but well-meaning young lover. Hilarious.

Then night falls and I left The Strand for the Comedy Theatre (but not before eats at the West End Kitchen, very good but cheap, kinda for struggling actor types,which would suit this struggling backpacker type just fine) and had an intense couple of hours with Woody Harrelson and Kyle McLachlan in On An Average Day. Funny in parts, brutal in others.

And this is where I leave you guys hanging. More celeb dish later, as always.

(But just to sneak this in: Will try to get into The Breath of Life by hook or by crook tomorrow evening. Wish me luck.)

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