Last night I finally got to see War Horse at the New London Theatre in Drury Lane. I bought the tickets back in April so it had been quite a wait. I had a central seat and a great view. It wasn’t what I expected and different enough from the book to capture an adult audience. The stars of the show were obviously the 2 main horse puppets but the goose stole the show and I doubt that will be in the Steven Spielberg film. It was a bit weepie at the end but in a good way. A welcome relief after the debacle trying to get Pearl Jam tickets. Piss up and brewery springs to mind and not in a good way. Thankfully I am female and capable of working miracles so I now have 2 tickets for Belgium and 2 tickets for Manchester. In other words I am wonderful and you may kiss my butt.
Today I had 2 missions – Harrod’s and Soho. I’m the first to admit that Harrod’s is overpriced, full of bloody tourists and peddling bad taste tat for a ridiculous amount of money but I still managed to come out with 2 carrier bags (gifts, not for me). I had a bit of a funny turn in there but no one comes to your aid. I guess they’d rather you took bad on the pavement. Soho was far more interesting and eye-opening. Every bizarre item known to man on display and on sale + lots more besides.