I crave ice cream. Went for my Rolo McFlurry yesterday, and two different McDonalds didn't feel like giving it to me for various reasons. Then today at Waterloo Station, it being not just sauna hot but infernal pits of hell hot, I decided that the McDonalds there could hook me up, but of course their machine broke too. So I had to content myself with this gigantic butter croiscant that was really good. But it wasn't filled with ice cream, so the effect was moot.
But wait, you ask. Why was I in Waterloo Station in the first place? Obviously to jump a train to Hampton Court palace. Henry VIII's house. Which, it being the place where the king hung out, looks hella cool and is filled with random priceless artwork. Seriously. They even decorated the chimineys. And every single room has every single wall covered in paintings, tapestries, or both. And a good many of the ceilings have assorted paintings directly on them. Add in a few marble fireplaces and thrones with velvet canopies, and it's all very impressive. It's good to be the king, yknow?
Also, Southwest Trains sucks. Never take it, unless there's something really cool, in which case take it and suffer for an hour or so and bask in the coolness. Or take the bus, but considering that I saw some really exciting grass growth action on our bus ride to Waterloo, maybe not.
Plans are in motion to shoot down the sun. More on this later.
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5/21/04 Addendum
Plans have succeeded to shoot down the sun. Also, I have had my Rolo McFlurry. The Picadilly Circus McDonald's can always be counted on to hook me up.
And my being in Picadilly Circus should immediately have you thinking "You know, I bet he went to go see the Reduced Shakespeare Company do The Bible - The Complete Word of God (abridged)." Those of you thinking that are right and can stay. The rest of you need to go back to mind reading school. Without going into a lot of detail, let me just say that it was all very hilarious, though not quite as hilarious as Shakespeare (abridged), and that I was visited in my dreams by Satan last night. He showed me my accomodations in Hell, and it turns out they're pretty spacious and comfy, since he apparently wants me to bypass all this getting tortured stuff, and move directly on to the fun stuff, like seducing mortals into great acts of evil. Sounds like fun.
Besides Laura and I doing the RSC, the entire theater class went down to the Globe theater reconstruction, hung out while they did rehearsals for Much Ado About Nothing, went down to the Rose Theater ruins to have a look, and then went to the Globe's museum to drool at the really sweet costumes that they hand sew and things like that. Very cool. And while we're on the subject of very cool, it turns out, in reference to the Rose theater stuff, that in Britain if you're building something and you stumble across old ruins or anything, you have to stop, and they send in archaeologists to dig everything up. In the case of the Rose, they actually got the builders to redesign the whole building and give them the bottom bit with the Rose. That's pretty nifty, says I.
The Central Line is only sort of ghetto. You can take it. The station decoration sucks, but the cars were ok.
Posted by Dwip at May 21, 2004 6:11 AM