I was in London on saturday - among other things, I went to Borough market - which could also be described as 'Poncey middle class 'look at me, 'aint I trendy' heaven' - and a bit exhausting. I also managed to piss off about 20 people in the queue to see the Edvard Munch at the tate when someone realised I was a member and could just walk in - lots of tutting from people waiting 40 mins to buy tickets.
We got caught in rain, like I have never seen - rain like the end of the world - with lightening directly overhead, people huddled in doorways, terrified and shocked by the power of it all - so bad that we nearly didn't manage the last 20 yards to the Theatre.
Went to see The Mousetrap - I've always wanted to see it - fascinated by it's history and reputation. I love Agatha Christie - and had high hopes. Sadly, it was pants. Really clunky, badly written, obvious and tired. She's written better stuff, and because we have been spoilt by so many superlative, subtle, nuanced TV and film productions - it fared very badly - looked tired and derivitive. The cast were either bored, or playing for laughs. It wasn't even camp ( although it tried). Everyone in the audience was soaked to the skin and smelled of wet dog.
In other news.
I had a lovely lunch at the Jerwood ( I'm now a member ) and a lovely Dinner at Harris's Spanish Bar - chose carefully this time ( no upset tum!) and made the excellent decision to go for a Spanish Cheese Board - lovely.
Also had a very good lunch in The Love Cafe in St Leonards - and a couple of quick drinks at Franks Front Room. Sat in the garden of The Jenny - very nice, and had an odd drink in the Cinq Ports. A bloke came in ( shiny face - older than he pretends to be ) - and had some kind of arrangement with the landlady which included passing of an envelope containing £1400 ( honestly - no shame, no attempt to whisper ) - it's an odd pub - if you smoke, you have to go out to the garden - and everything you say can be heard inside at the back - shiny faced man went for a drink with a woman - an old drunk woman joined them - she said " I love football - but last night was too much, I had a full Jim Beam spilled down my neck and the man next to me had his finger bitten off " - we left after that.
In Franks - an old couple sat at the next table - the woman was obsessed with TV, mostly 'George Gently' and 'That thin faced one, he does nothing for me - not like Benedict Cumberbach " - she considered these people to be personal friends
Odd weather - but managable, and had a break from work - I'm now consumed with terror that I'm behind on things or have forgotten something urgent.
Feel a bit done in.
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