Thursday, August 24, 2006


We're home. We've got about 1500 stills and several hours of video to go through. We even managed to get a few seconds of video of the ceiling of St. Paul's Cathedral just for Lifewish before the security guy started towards us.

It ain't much, and I did what I could to pretend I was just rooting around in the camcorder bag, but I don't think he was buying it. He just stuck really close to us for the rest of our time in there, so I couldn't sneak any more shots. Kate tried a little flirtation distraction, but apparently he was highly skilled at resisting the temptations of the flesh. It's hard to point a camcorder while it's still in the bag and a security guard is five or ten yards away. We were in the whispering gallery at the time, so we couldn't really do much planning, either. Sorry, best we could do, we ain't James Bonds you know. It really is beautiful in there.

There were a ton of security guys and priests or whatever in Westminster Abbey, so we couldn't manage anything at all in there. They don't even have postcards or anything with pictures of the graves or the effigies or the archetecture that you can buy! Respect for the dead is one thing, but that's silly. It's not like there was a service going on or anything. Are they considering that a "Graven Image"? Sorry, bad pun. I'm still tired and couldn't resist. But it bugs me that they won't allow photos in those places, or at least let you buy postcards of photos. Seems rather selfish to me.

We've got a ton to tell you all about, too. Our last night in London, we went to the reconstructed Globe Theatre to see "A Comedy of Errors". I think I can safely say that you've never seen Shakespeare until you've stood on the floor of the Globe as a plebe and watched Shakespeare. It couldn't have been any better. We even got a little rain shower, which oddly enough was wonderful.

The nightmare began about the time we made it through the BAA searches and stuff at Heathrow. BAA was efficient and thorough. After that, American Airlines took over and turned our travel home into what Kate calls "a clusterfuck". I think that's an undeservedly generous description. After they got our plane off the ground an hour and a half late, we missed the connection in Chicago (only American Airlines would route us from London to Chicago to go to Philadelphia!). They destroyed our brand new (albeit cheap, I admit) luggage, and we wound up sitting in O'Hare for about 8 hours, because the next flight to Philadelphia was booked solid. The plane we eventually got took off over an hour late and when we finally got where we were going, the luggage (or what was left of it) took another hour to make it to the baggage pickup. Next time, I'll take Dad up on the offer to spend a little extra and fly British Airways. American Airlines tried to blame it all on the terrorist crap, but they seemed to be the only airline, foreign or domestic that was experiencing difficulties. I wonder how long they'll be able to milk that excuse.

Just to top it off, the car battery was dead when we got to the parking lot. Apparently somebody managed to get the car door partially open, the alarm went off, they closed the car back up (nothing missing, we didn't leave anything in it to take and I don't think he got it all the way open), and the car alarm went off until the battery gave out. Nice. Philthadelphia, the City of Brotherly Shove. What really pisses me off is that we were parked less than 100 yards from the guard shack.

Off course, with all that time gone, we didn't get to stay and visit with family and friends there, so we just got the jump (at least the airport did that for free...I gave the guy a five pound bill as a souvenir since he wouldn't take a tip), hopped in, and drove straight back to Jacksonville. We made it back about 11 this morning, took a bath together for about an hour, and then went to sleep.

We'll catch you all up on our magical trip tomorrow sometime.

Kisses from bo'fus.

2 Eloquent Orations:

On 8/24/2006 11:04:00 PM, Blogger blipey waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...

Welcome Home!

I'm jealous; a plebe on the floor. Did you get to sit on the stage? Don't particularly care for Comedy of Errors, but it has its charms. And I'm sure it is WAY better at the Globe, with the commons, in the rain.

I think that might inspire me to get around to sending you a literary post. WE'll see if I can do it before I leave for the road.

Can't wait to see the pics. Any chance of some UTube? More green-eyed monster sneaking through, there.


On 8/25/2006 05:47:00 AM, Blogger JanieBelle waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...


We got to sit on the edge of the stage! It was great. A few days beforehand we toured the whole theatre and our guide showed us all the boxes and explained how it was set up and why, gave us all the history, and all that.

Comedy of Errors was incredible. It was something out of Benny Hill (have you ever seen that?) mixed with Monty Python. Very British. Then add a strong dash of the three stooges, and you're very close. Who was it that did that "Who's on First Base" thing? Some of the dialogue reminded me of that. Very funny. We couldn't get tickets for any of the other shows because they were sold out. Out of what was playing, we originally wanted to see Antony and Cleopatra. Fate has its twists, though, and I'm really glad we saw CoE.

The woman playing Adriana was wonderful. She was so melodramatic and over the top, and with her large curly red wig, she was very reminiscent of Lucille Ball without the annoying nasal voice. (It worked for Lucy, it wouldn't have for Adriana.)

The two fellows playing Dromeo and Dromeo were also a riot.

I had never really seen the humor of the play just reading it, but seeing it like that put it right near the top of my favorites by Billy the Playwright. You just have to experience it like that to appreciate it. It's comedic gold, it really is.

They don't allow photography or video during the play, of course, but I did take some shots before and after, as well as during the intermission, and during our tour a few days before.

There was one point, during the scene where Antipholus and one of the Dromeos were discussing the fat kitchen maid who was after Dromeo, where the Antipholus guy forgot his next line for a second. Another plebe in the crowd immediately yelled out "Spain!" which cracked everybody up. Antipholus took a second to control his giggles, ad libbed a bit and went right on. Dromeo played right in. So that scene wandered a bit from the original, but I imagine that's how things probably really went back then. This was no modern production where people were all dressed in tuxedos and quietly applauding from their $500 seats.

It was interesting to see how Shakespeare was really written to appeal to everyone, from the rich in the boxes, to the merchants in the seats, to the commoners on the floor.

Perhaps his universal appeal factor is why his writings have endured so long. And even the little kids in the audience seemed to be able to understand what was going on, despite the Elizabethan English.

You have much to be jealous of. If you never go overseas for anything else, make the trip at least once to the Globe. You'll not regret it, I promise.

Now I'm well rested, wide awake at 6 in the morning, and ready to start cleaning up the mess we've made of our room, and then get started cleaning up the mess DAJ made of the blog.


...and kisses, of course!



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