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Sunday, 8 August 2010

That annual day out

Yesterday was my annual day out with my friend in London. As ever the itinerary was the same. Meet for a coffee, take in a gallery, have a bit of dinner, go to the theatre. The coffee venue had changed because Borders Book Shop is sadly no more. So we crossed the street and went into the coffee shop in Foyles bookshop instead.
The afternoon exhibition Newspeak: British Art Now (about which there will be more later, much more) at the Saatchi Gallery, the play was the revival of The Secret of Sherlock Holmes which I saw first time round many years ago.
It was an odd sort of day though. A bad nes good news sort of day.
The bad news was that we couldn't find any plays that really appealed to us.
The good news was that wehad Wicked in reserve.
The bad news was that the theatre's telephone system had a recorded message longer than most actual plays.
The good news was that they had seats.
The bad news was that they were "restricted view" at over £40 each.
The good news was that although I had seen The Secret of Sherlock Holmes before, Brenda hadn't so we booked that over the phone instead.
The bad news was that when we got to the theatre the helpful young man at the desk said that he couldn't release the tickets because his computer system said they hadn't been paid for.
The good news was that he recommended a nearby restaurant that we could eat at while he sorted the problem out for us.
They bad news was that it had started to rain.
The good news was that the restaurant was close and very nice.
They bad news was that they brought me the wrong starter.
The good news was that they gave me free beer to compensate (and the starter they did bring was delicious anyway.)
From there it was god news only.
Paul, the helpful ticket office man, had sorted our tickets and he gace us much nicer seats by way of making up for our trouble.
The play was brilliantly staged and very well performed.
It even finished early enough for us to get a quick drink in Leicester square where, astonishingly, we found a seat in a pub and the beer was only moderately overpriced.

All in all it turned out to be a very satisfactory day.

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