Saturday 29 January 2011

I Leave the City, Fruitcake-free


 It was another antiques market day in Islington.  Here's the Continual Browser:

Then to Piccadilly and lunch on the 5th floor restaurant at Waterstone's.  



We circled the main floor of Fortnum & Mason to look at all the delicious things that were either: a) too expensive or; b) too heavy to bring home (frequently both, and this includes the many varieties of fruitcake).

Hatchard's is the oldest bookshop in London, and has the royal warrants from the Queen, the Duke of Edinburgh, and the Prince of Wales.  I did not see any of them.  I did buy books.  They are lighter than fruitcake.

 Went to dinner at the National Gallery restaurant (CR: fish pie for me, calves' liver - if you can believe it - for JY, and cauliflower cheese, with sticky toffee pudding and bread and butter pudding for afters, respectively.) followed by this play:

http://www.clybournepark.co.uk/ at Wyndham's Theatre.  It was fabulous.  Sophie Thompson was just perfect and extremely funny.  She transmits her expression so clearly, without being clownish.  It was great, I thought, that afterward people were standing outside the theatre arguing about the play and also reading the articles posted outside - to see what everyone else thought.  Overheard, mother saying to her adult son: "The one thing I don't understand, is why they called it a comedy."  I am not sure what she thought of all the laughing all the way through. 

A propos of absolutely nothing, except for things I am fed up about, would the Great British Public please consider not canoodling in the following places (the management reserve the right to cite additional locations at a later date):
1) On the escalators in the tube.  I mean, really, everyone is in a hurry, everyone is trapped and can't get around you and can you really not wait?  An extra special chastisement to the woman who was nibbling on her boyfriend's ear while he was standing on the step below her.  Pehrleese;
2) In the fourth row of a theatre. This means you are plainly visible to the fee-paying customers in all rows behind you, plus the dress circle and balcony;
3) Whilst standing in front of works of art in museums.  I fully understand that you might be inspired, but you are also in the way.

Thank you. 


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