So I went to London and I saw (1) dead squirrel and (3) mice.
But I didn’t just see the glorious, native wildlife. It was time to see The Phantom of the Opera again, and then – The Lion King. It is difficult to describe with mere words just how much I adored watching the Phantom. When the organ first thunders its notes, if I was a dramatic soul, I would surely have fainted away.
I am a very, very serious being, so I silently battered my niece’s arm to express my joy instead.
The Lion King was very creative but I think it was unfortunate that I’d so recently seen the Phantom. It suffered in comparison.
And then, of course, it was time to hang out with my dear friends in the British Museum. Someone had to check my bag; to make certain I wasn’t smuggling priceless artefacts into the Museum, obviously. They didn’t find any artefacts, but they did find my change of clothes. One day, I swear, those will be artefacts too. My gosh, I’m ahead of my time.
My main squeeze, Marcus Aurelius, was looking fine but couldn’t spend lots of time with me due to scheduling conflicts. Meditation, and all that.
I went to see my dude, Ramses, and but many, many people rudely interrupted us by staring at him. Guys, he’s shy. Have some respect. (He tried to do his whole stony gaze thing. It didn’t help.)
I hung out with some mummies too and we had a nice little chat about life, death, and how their internal organs were out, and mine were in.
The Elgin Marbles weren’t able to be seen, so perhaps we’ve finally given them back to Greece.
Afterwards, of course we had to visit St James’ Park and Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens. You know, my extensive research in Regency novels had led me to believe that there would be eligible dukes and earls everywhere – left, right, and centre. I had concluded that you could barely take a single step without tripping over them.
Well guess what?
There were none.
Disgusted. I was disgusted.
Believe it or not, there was also time to browse two or three bookstores. I bought The Witness for the Dead, which is the sequel to my favourite book – The Goblin Emperor. I have finished it now and it was good, but, like The Lion King – it suffered by the comparison with its predecessor.
In Convent Gardens, it rained and rained and rained. I crammed myself into a little shop and queued to buy an umbrella. It was, I suppose, a very British visit to London.
6 thoughts on “there were no dukes but there was ramses: london, a trip”
I snorted delightedly throughout this whole thing. Also I want you to know that whenever I see Marcus Aurelius or anything about Ramses I think of you, lol
I was able to see a touring production of Phantom a few years ago and it was SO GOOD! I saw it with my mom and she wasn’t familiar with the story, so it was really fun being with her for the first time she saw it 😀
IT IS SO GOOD ISN’T IT?????
and I’m delighted that you link Marcus Aurelius and Ramses to me. I adore it.
*laughing so hard* Glorious! XD Thank you for sharing this gold.
my pleasure 😀
Haha!! Love my dude Ramses 😉 I love the British museum! Great post! It made me laugh!
thank you so much hehe. And Ramses. What a guy.