Had to be awake today in time for a Paranormal Investigator Virtual Conference! Organised by Spooky London, it was on all day - the organiser hadn't heard from me since lockdown started, and was good enough to enquire after my health; as I explained to him, I couldn't make the whole thing, but would dial in when I could.
And I did! It was on YouTube, also Facebook - each talk roughly an hour long, and separated from the next by half an hour. First up was a guy describing his epiphany as a ghost hunter in Arizona, where he first experienced the events that made him a believer. And I tell you this - he's put me off ghost hunting for life! Awesome stories, though - and who would have thought that Arizona was so haunted?! Check out the Jerome Grand Hotel, as well as Tombstone (appropriately) to relive the experience. Think I'll skip that, myself - although I enjoyed hearing about them. Very entertaining talk too, with a good deal of humour.
Next (partly watched while I walked the dog, who didn't seem to mind) was one about the nature of poltergeists, also touching on the themes of subjective analysis of the paranormal, and comparison of different types of paranormal phenomena. V interesting, and he's written a book on the subject.
I missed most of the rest, but they were recorded, and are still available. Unfortunately, it clashed with my afternoon's other activity.. London Social Detours was doing an online murder mystery, where everyone chose a character and (optionally) dressed up. Small fee. We were sent scripts.. And I was chosen to be Sierra Tango, police constable! Seems it'd booked heavily, and that was all that was left. Fine by me. Got myself a character image and background - neither of which worked, as the light was wrong for a virtual background, and it wouldn't let me split my screen. Hey-ho.
The event itself was great fun, and also rather an education on Zoom, with me learning (theoretically) how to add an image or a background, as well as how to switch to gallery view, and what that meant. Don't think it'll catch on for our company-wide Zoom meetings, mind! Anyway - what with hilarious back stories, and unintentional hilarity from people not hearing their names called to ask, or answer, questions (not to mention those who couldn't find the copies they'd printed out) - it was a riotous way to spend an afternoon. And I returned to PIVC in the evening, briefly.
Tomorrow - middle of the day, for once - Up in the Cheap Seats is watching this weekend's offering by Andrew Lloyd Webber. This time, it's his 50th birthday concert, featuring a famous cast singing his most famous numbers at the Albert Hall. And I can join them, for once, which will be lovely.
That evening, they're back with Hampstead Theatre for The Arrest of Ai Weiwei. I was thinking of watching it too - but it didn't take me long to realise I'd seen it before! Seven years ago.. my first time ever there, in fact! I think this is the last of their online broadcasts, sadly - available until 10pm that day. I guess they expected to be open again, after that.
Now, Friday is a bank holiday (VE Day) - so I'll need something to do that day as well. And I was thinking I'd follow their lead from earlier in the week, and have a look at a livestreamed Showstopper! show, filmed in the Lyric a month ago without an audience (!), now available on Facebook..
..and then they advertised Antony and Cleopatra, screened by the National Theatre from that day. Starring Ralph Fiennes and Sophie Okenedo. Now, that does sound interesting..
Showing posts with label Spooky London Pubs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spooky London Pubs. Show all posts
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Thursday, 21 November 2019
Pubs: The Coach & Horses, The King's Arms
Tonight, back with Spooky London - the John Snow Pub. And for once, I managed to leave in decent time! I had two routes to choose from, each of which involved two buses - seeing that the #8 was unexpectedly delayed, I chose the other combination, which involved taking the #521. And by 'eck, was it packed - I had trouble squeezing off!
Speaking of packed, the pubs were all heaving - and I got a message from the organiser to say that the pub we were headed to was way too full to accommodate us. When I got there, he was outside, and another of our number was gamely searching for a corner for us - to no avail. Although apparently some were inside, and had already ordered drinks - he necked his, and came with us to source another pub, while the others finished their drinks where they were.
Plenty of pubs in Soho. Unfortunately, they all had the same problem - Thursday is the new Friday, and we're in the run-up to Christmas. We did find some space, upstairs at the Coach & Horses - although it wasn't ideal, a bit noisy, and not enough space for the others if they joined us. Which they never actually did.
So, after one there, we headed out again - and were lucky enough to happen across a much quieter pub, with space! We even got a table down the back, big enough for the three of us - and the others, if they'd fancied it, which they didn't seem to. Hey-ho, we amused ourselves - the hostelry in question was the King's Arms, and lo, appropriately enough for our group, a sign on the wall declares that this was the site of the revival of the Ancient Order of Druids, in 1781! Gee, you never know what you'll find. Nice house white, too. My only quibble with the place was that the hand dryer in the ladies' - up a vertiginous, narrow flight of stairs - didn't work.
Nice to see those I got to see. Sadly, this might be my last meeting with them this year - I can't make the next, and that's all that's advertised so far. Never mind, I'm sure there'll be another time! On the way home, caught some of the newly erected (energy efficient) Christmas lights on Oxford Street:
Tomorrow, off for another weekend in Ireland. On Monday, the Crick Crack Club is back with Rebel Children, at the British Library. Ben Haggarty & Jan Blake - ooh yeah!
On Tuesday, my annual trip to Winter Wonderland - heading to Cirque Berserk and the Ice Kingdom, as usual. Someone said he might come along.
On Wednesday, the first night in ages with North London Friends! We're at A Day in the Death of Joe Egg, at Trafalgar Studios.
And next Thursday, our ex-company's social group's Christmas meeting. We had a tiff about the venue - the organiser decided on Thai Square, which I think is overpriced and underwhelming. So he started to grumble about the difficulty of getting somewhere before Christmas - which will take a group, and doesn't cost the earth. Still though, he came up with an alternative - we've decided on the Warwick Castle pub in Little Venice. Lovely area, the pub sounds nice - with a Christmassy open fire, and a room we can book - and hey, it's a pub, which won't throw us out as quickly! Must get on to booking their wine deal.. 10% off if you order at least £150 worth. Which I'm sure, among the dozen or so that are coming, we'll manage to drink. And gee, he's had us choosing what we want off the menu. I also asked for the wine list - and now am waiting impatiently for someone - anyone - to get back to me with an idea of what they'd like to drink!
Speaking of packed, the pubs were all heaving - and I got a message from the organiser to say that the pub we were headed to was way too full to accommodate us. When I got there, he was outside, and another of our number was gamely searching for a corner for us - to no avail. Although apparently some were inside, and had already ordered drinks - he necked his, and came with us to source another pub, while the others finished their drinks where they were.
Plenty of pubs in Soho. Unfortunately, they all had the same problem - Thursday is the new Friday, and we're in the run-up to Christmas. We did find some space, upstairs at the Coach & Horses - although it wasn't ideal, a bit noisy, and not enough space for the others if they joined us. Which they never actually did.
So, after one there, we headed out again - and were lucky enough to happen across a much quieter pub, with space! We even got a table down the back, big enough for the three of us - and the others, if they'd fancied it, which they didn't seem to. Hey-ho, we amused ourselves - the hostelry in question was the King's Arms, and lo, appropriately enough for our group, a sign on the wall declares that this was the site of the revival of the Ancient Order of Druids, in 1781! Gee, you never know what you'll find. Nice house white, too. My only quibble with the place was that the hand dryer in the ladies' - up a vertiginous, narrow flight of stairs - didn't work.
Nice to see those I got to see. Sadly, this might be my last meeting with them this year - I can't make the next, and that's all that's advertised so far. Never mind, I'm sure there'll be another time! On the way home, caught some of the newly erected (energy efficient) Christmas lights on Oxford Street:
Tomorrow, off for another weekend in Ireland. On Monday, the Crick Crack Club is back with Rebel Children, at the British Library. Ben Haggarty & Jan Blake - ooh yeah!
On Tuesday, my annual trip to Winter Wonderland - heading to Cirque Berserk and the Ice Kingdom, as usual. Someone said he might come along.
On Wednesday, the first night in ages with North London Friends! We're at A Day in the Death of Joe Egg, at Trafalgar Studios.
And next Thursday, our ex-company's social group's Christmas meeting. We had a tiff about the venue - the organiser decided on Thai Square, which I think is overpriced and underwhelming. So he started to grumble about the difficulty of getting somewhere before Christmas - which will take a group, and doesn't cost the earth. Still though, he came up with an alternative - we've decided on the Warwick Castle pub in Little Venice. Lovely area, the pub sounds nice - with a Christmassy open fire, and a room we can book - and hey, it's a pub, which won't throw us out as quickly! Must get on to booking their wine deal.. 10% off if you order at least £150 worth. Which I'm sure, among the dozen or so that are coming, we'll manage to drink. And gee, he's had us choosing what we want off the menu. I also asked for the wine list - and now am waiting impatiently for someone - anyone - to get back to me with an idea of what they'd like to drink!
Thursday, 7 November 2019
Pub: Prospect of Whitby
Tonight, back with Spooky London (SL) for their fortnightly drinks - Ivan, who had business in the City today, expressed an interest in coming, but couldn't in the end, sadly. This month, it was in the Prospect of Whitby.
I should've taken the bus, but got caught up with something and ended up on the DLR instead. I tell you, you need to pay attention to the directions given in Bank - it's a maze. When I finally did get to where I needed to be, the train was just for one stop; I walked the rest of the way.
Our organiser - as usual - helpfully posted details of where in the pub he was, and was easy enough to find. Lovely views from the window, which overlooks the water.. the oldest riverside pub in London, it seems, and one of the most haunted. And although there weren't many of us tonight, it was a chatty and fun gathering! We only stayed for a couple of hours, but the conversation ranged wildly. And all I can say is - what happens in Spooky London.. stays in Spooky London! But I can certainly recommend the pub. And the group, should you decide to join - one of the more interesting conversations I've had. Roll on the next.
Bus back, after something of a wait. Tomorrow, I'm back to Ireland for the weekend. On Monday, I'm back with Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS - as always!) for a night of comedy with Sara Pascoe, at the Backyard Comedy Club.
On Tuesday, I was thinking of film - but honestly, wasn't so enthused by the offerings at the top of the list. I did have an offer of cheap tickets to a classical concert at Cadogan Hall, which sounded better - but the cheap tickets had sold out. Never mind, I bought a full-price ticket - it's the Prague Symphony Orchestra.
On Wednesday, back - for the first time in what seems like ages - with Civilized London! It's another meal - we're headed for Thai food at Kin & Deum, meeting beforehand at The Woolpack. I do believe it's actually years since I've eaten Thai!
Next Thursday, I got a cheap ticket to another classical concert, with a different seat-filler group - this is a concert of Vivaldi arias, at the Trinity United Reform Church. Part of the Wimbledon Music Festival.
On the 15th.. well, 45+ Not Grumpy Old Londoners are off around the Southbank Christmas market. So I said, well, I can do that on my own - thus avoiding the Meetup fee, and I'm not pushed about the meal. Good chance to start on my Christmas shopping.
On the 16th, I'm with cheap ticket source #1 - you have to book something with them every three months, or be expelled (!). Honestly, I've never heard such draconian regulations. So I'm going to Stop Kiss, above the Stag.
On the 17th, back with the Crick Crack Club (CCC) for 1001 Nights, at the British Museum. Mea culpa, I recently told people that this was The Embers Collective - nope! Turns out it's not. Ah well.
On the 18th, back with UITCS for Falsettos, at The Other Palace. An aisle seat, as usual - legroom is poor, here.
On the 19th, back with them again for Acosta Danza - Evolution, at Sadler's Wells.
On the 20th, Anthony's Cultural Events and Walking Activities Group is off to a performance entitled Virginia Woolf - Killing the Angel, at the LSE. So I'm going on my own, and saving the Meetup fee - I haven't had that much luck with socialising with them, anyway.
On the 21st, back with SL - the John Snow Pub. Then another weekend in Ireland.
On the 25th, the CCC is back with Rebel Children, at the British Library. Ben Haggarty & Jan Blake - ooh yeah!
On the 26th, my annual trip to Winter Wonderland - heading to Cirque Berserk and the Ice Kingdom, as usual. Might be able to persuade Ivan to this one.
On the 27th, the first night in ages with North London Friends! We're at A Day in the Death of Joe Egg, at Trafalgar Studios.
And on the 28th, our ex-company's social group's Christmas meeting.. venue TBD!
I should've taken the bus, but got caught up with something and ended up on the DLR instead. I tell you, you need to pay attention to the directions given in Bank - it's a maze. When I finally did get to where I needed to be, the train was just for one stop; I walked the rest of the way.
Our organiser - as usual - helpfully posted details of where in the pub he was, and was easy enough to find. Lovely views from the window, which overlooks the water.. the oldest riverside pub in London, it seems, and one of the most haunted. And although there weren't many of us tonight, it was a chatty and fun gathering! We only stayed for a couple of hours, but the conversation ranged wildly. And all I can say is - what happens in Spooky London.. stays in Spooky London! But I can certainly recommend the pub. And the group, should you decide to join - one of the more interesting conversations I've had. Roll on the next.
Bus back, after something of a wait. Tomorrow, I'm back to Ireland for the weekend. On Monday, I'm back with Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS - as always!) for a night of comedy with Sara Pascoe, at the Backyard Comedy Club.
On Tuesday, I was thinking of film - but honestly, wasn't so enthused by the offerings at the top of the list. I did have an offer of cheap tickets to a classical concert at Cadogan Hall, which sounded better - but the cheap tickets had sold out. Never mind, I bought a full-price ticket - it's the Prague Symphony Orchestra.
On Wednesday, back - for the first time in what seems like ages - with Civilized London! It's another meal - we're headed for Thai food at Kin & Deum, meeting beforehand at The Woolpack. I do believe it's actually years since I've eaten Thai!
Next Thursday, I got a cheap ticket to another classical concert, with a different seat-filler group - this is a concert of Vivaldi arias, at the Trinity United Reform Church. Part of the Wimbledon Music Festival.
On the 15th.. well, 45+ Not Grumpy Old Londoners are off around the Southbank Christmas market. So I said, well, I can do that on my own - thus avoiding the Meetup fee, and I'm not pushed about the meal. Good chance to start on my Christmas shopping.
On the 16th, I'm with cheap ticket source #1 - you have to book something with them every three months, or be expelled (!). Honestly, I've never heard such draconian regulations. So I'm going to Stop Kiss, above the Stag.
On the 17th, back with the Crick Crack Club (CCC) for 1001 Nights, at the British Museum. Mea culpa, I recently told people that this was The Embers Collective - nope! Turns out it's not. Ah well.
On the 18th, back with UITCS for Falsettos, at The Other Palace. An aisle seat, as usual - legroom is poor, here.
On the 19th, back with them again for Acosta Danza - Evolution, at Sadler's Wells.
On the 20th, Anthony's Cultural Events and Walking Activities Group is off to a performance entitled Virginia Woolf - Killing the Angel, at the LSE. So I'm going on my own, and saving the Meetup fee - I haven't had that much luck with socialising with them, anyway.
On the 21st, back with SL - the John Snow Pub. Then another weekend in Ireland.
On the 25th, the CCC is back with Rebel Children, at the British Library. Ben Haggarty & Jan Blake - ooh yeah!
On the 26th, my annual trip to Winter Wonderland - heading to Cirque Berserk and the Ice Kingdom, as usual. Might be able to persuade Ivan to this one.
On the 27th, the first night in ages with North London Friends! We're at A Day in the Death of Joe Egg, at Trafalgar Studios.
And on the 28th, our ex-company's social group's Christmas meeting.. venue TBD!
Sunday, 3 November 2019
Pirate Recording Studios & Ghost Stories of the British Museum Walking Tour
So on Friday, I met up with Ivan. It was supposed to be at a friend's house, but the friend took ill, and it ended up being just the two of us - so, in the interests of not being thrown out of anywhere (and of having a place quiet enough to hear ourselves think), he booked the recording studio he's been known to use for, well, recording. Good chance to blow off steam.
I needed to eat beforehand, so we agreed to meet at The Garden Bar, just up the road. We thought it might be better to book a table, being a Friday night, so I did that. And then had to take the Tube, for a journey this far. Arrived just before he did, and early for the booking - and then got a little lost. My internet reception isn't the best in West London, anyway. I'd just spotted the place, and was making my way back to the station, where there is a zebra crossing, when he came out, lugging a guitar, and completely oblivious to me.. so I got to shadow him the short distance to the bar. When I finally got his attention, we agreed to sit in the (covered) area outside, since he wanted to smoke. It wasn't busy at all.
Ended up eating out there too, which turned out to be a good decision, as the bar became really noisy. They happily bring food out to you, giving you a canister that contains your cutlery and napkins, and has a number painted on the side to identify you. I had the chicken katsu curry - well, we'd had an all-hands at lunchtime, where we always get pizza, so I hadn't had my usual chicken katsu lunch! And it was fine - although not reaching the dizzy heights of my usual Wasabi. Hey-ho, we had a fine time there, until I'd finished and it was time to head - our booking at the studio was at 10pm.
He led the way, of course - just as well, as I'd have been massively confused. Pirate Studios doesn't seem to advertise its presence, the entrance being through a courtyard lined by graffiti-covered walls. An access code, sent to you when you book online, gets you through the outside door - there are several, in numbered arches. Carry on down the corridor until you get to the room number you need, passing toilets, and a self-service area with a microwave, small fridge, and sink. Another code gets you into the room. Tip: if the keypad flashes red, you've done something wrong - start again when the light goes off. If it flashes blue, you're in! Took me a few tries to get it right.
Inside, there's a (very low) leather sofa, a couple of slightly ratty leather swivel chairs, a desk with equipment. He'd thoughtfully brought his laptop, so we got to have music played for us without doing it ourselves, and there was a keyboard - the cable they'd supplied wasn't very good, so he called for a replacement. We'd stopped off to buy supplies on the way, and yeah, it was a late one - our booking was for 10 hours, so we blearily exited at 8am, into drizzle. They were in no hurry to kick us out - no-one had booked after us. And yes, it was - as I remarked to him - a Very Good Plan. Great to catch up, and roll on the next one.
Now, yesterday, I first booked with Best Authentic Walking Tours in London, for a Royal Maritime Greenwich Ghost Tour. This is - as with all their walks - with Funzing, so I can get a refund up to 48 hours beforehand. Which I knew I'd probably do (have, in fact, done for this twice already), as I might have gone to a film that day - depending what was on - or, if I didn't like the offerings, Love London Theatre, Arts, Music & Stuff was off to Blood Wedding, a new adaptation of the Lorca play, at the Young Vic. But that since sold out - was bound to happen. Well, I finally did come up with an alternative that made me cancel the ghost tour - another ghost tour! specifically, of the British Museum, with Spooky London (SL). I mean, technically I could probably have gone to both - I just couldn't be bothered rushing the first to traipse all the way out to Greenwich, for an event that wouldn't be at all sociable! Might get on that walk some day.
Ivan wanted to watch the match, I wanted to get home to bed. So we parted, and heading hone in pouring rain, I managed to squeeze in a much-needed few hours' sleep, before taking the bus to the museum - in plenty of time, I know what those entrance queues are like at the weekend. Curiously, I later heard that the queue at the rear entrance was as bad, yesterday! Took me about 15 minutes, and I took a seat near the information desk, where we'd been told to meet - I seemed to be the first there, of the group, although I didn't really know the others coming, so not sure about that.
When it was getting close to time, with still no sign of anyone, I posted a message asking whether anyone else was there - which turned out to have been a good thing, as one of the group was in the queue - a lot longer than she'd expected, and thinking about bailing, until she read that. It took a while more for the organiser, in black baseball cap (as advertised) to show, from which point at least I knew I was in the right place. The others dribbled along slowly - everyone was having problems with the queue, and as the organiser remarked, it was a good thing that the tour guide was also delayed, as it gave the others some more time to get there. We paid on the spot, and got business cards for the organiser's website -Spooky Isles - as a receipt, which is a cool marketing idea. It must have been 15 minutes after scheduled start time that we headed off. Glad, with the weather, that this walking tour was indoors.
The personable guide turns out to be working on a book about the ghostly goings-on at the museum - read more here. And our tour, let me say from the outset, is fascinating - but then, it's fantastic to get any kind of intro to the museum; entering it on your own is an intimidating prospect, just due to the sheer size of the collection. I hadn't actually realised that the British Library was also housed here, until it moved to its new location. Never mind the additional ghost stories, the objects themselves are incredible, and it's lovely to focus on particular items - like, for example, this mechanical ship, designed to announce the start of a banquet; the detail is amazing.
But the accompanying stories of the supernatural lend an extra layer to what we were looking at. This same ship, for instance, came up in some tourist photos with a strange reflection - perhaps a ghost from the time of its making..?
Much of the tour centres on the Egyptian galleries - I guess, perhaps, many of these artefacts have a more potent association with the supernatural, having been revered originally as religious icons. Seems the museum also has some trouble with people wanting to revere them in the present day.. the above statues of Sekhmet apparently get quite a lot of attention. Some activity on the supernatural plane, too. But what was interesting to me was the oft-repeated reminder that a lot of artefacts are in storage, never to see the light of day.. and the energies associated with them are, well, stewing in the basement, where the items are stored. Now, there's a thought..
We spend some time in the African galleries, too. (Hint: I wouldn't get too chummy with that double-headed dog.) Lots of climbing up and down stairs means plenty of exercise - you can, of course, take the lift, but that means potentially losing the group. Which I did, briefly. Easily done, in such a huge place, with so many ways in and out. What the hey, I found them again, and was glad I did. Excellent tour, with plenty to entertain and inform.
Afterwards, just across the road to the Museum Tavern, where we - quite amazingly - got a space to sit, right by the door! They do pack the tables in here, mind. Funnily enough, I thought I'd never been here - had completely forgotten the one other time, at the end of a London Literary Walk. In my defence, it was over two years ago, and I was sat at the other end..! As on that occasion, I ordered food - had hunter's chicken, which was delicious. Except for the thick slice of gammon that they'd popped in the middle of the chicken - which is a shame, because I like gammon - but this was undercooked and inedible.
The chat was good, and I stayed as long as there were people left to chat to - the tour guide stayed too, and dropped us more snippets, about things that happen in the storage areas of the museum. One lady left early, to head to the fireworks at Battersea Park - she'd been before, and proclaimed it one of the best displays in town. I didn't contribute a huge amount to the conversation - I was really fading by now, and indeed, a sore throat was fast coming on; I was as hoarse as a crow by the end of the night. Never mind, it was worth coming out - I do like this group, and will meet them when I can. And yes, I would have had to leave early if I'd been going to the other walk, so just as well I didn't.
My bus arrived in perfect time. Straight home to bed then, and a lovely, long, indulgent sleep. Today, of course (usually the reason for a lack of preview), is film - and it's looking like the hugely popular Joker, starring Joaquin Phoenix as the title character, in an imagination of how the twisted psychopath of the Batman stories came to be. Also stars Robert de Niro. Delighted to be seeing the one everyone's talking about. Closest showing is in the Barbican - nice n close, and not apparently selling out, as it's been out for a little while now. And I'm rather glad not be socialising, so I can rest my throat.
Tomorrow, back with Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS) at Sadler's Wells, for a Rambert2 double bill - the first of two performances.
On Tuesday, I'm going to the comedy The Man in the White Suit, at Wyndham's. Stars Stephen Mangan as the chemist who develops a material that never gets dirty! and finds himself suddenly in huge demand.
On Wednesday, back with UITCS for The Antipodes, at the National - a play about stories and storytelling, sounds irresistible. Mixed reviews, I hear, but I can hardly miss this.
On Thursday, back with SL for their monthly drinks - and Ivan, who has business in the City that day, has expressed an interest in coming. This month, it's in the Prospect of Whitby. Then I'm back to Ireland for the weekend.
And on the 11th, I'm back with UITCS (as always!) for a night of comedy with Sara Pascoe, at the Backyard Comedy Club.
I needed to eat beforehand, so we agreed to meet at The Garden Bar, just up the road. We thought it might be better to book a table, being a Friday night, so I did that. And then had to take the Tube, for a journey this far. Arrived just before he did, and early for the booking - and then got a little lost. My internet reception isn't the best in West London, anyway. I'd just spotted the place, and was making my way back to the station, where there is a zebra crossing, when he came out, lugging a guitar, and completely oblivious to me.. so I got to shadow him the short distance to the bar. When I finally got his attention, we agreed to sit in the (covered) area outside, since he wanted to smoke. It wasn't busy at all.
Ended up eating out there too, which turned out to be a good decision, as the bar became really noisy. They happily bring food out to you, giving you a canister that contains your cutlery and napkins, and has a number painted on the side to identify you. I had the chicken katsu curry - well, we'd had an all-hands at lunchtime, where we always get pizza, so I hadn't had my usual chicken katsu lunch! And it was fine - although not reaching the dizzy heights of my usual Wasabi. Hey-ho, we had a fine time there, until I'd finished and it was time to head - our booking at the studio was at 10pm.
He led the way, of course - just as well, as I'd have been massively confused. Pirate Studios doesn't seem to advertise its presence, the entrance being through a courtyard lined by graffiti-covered walls. An access code, sent to you when you book online, gets you through the outside door - there are several, in numbered arches. Carry on down the corridor until you get to the room number you need, passing toilets, and a self-service area with a microwave, small fridge, and sink. Another code gets you into the room. Tip: if the keypad flashes red, you've done something wrong - start again when the light goes off. If it flashes blue, you're in! Took me a few tries to get it right.
Inside, there's a (very low) leather sofa, a couple of slightly ratty leather swivel chairs, a desk with equipment. He'd thoughtfully brought his laptop, so we got to have music played for us without doing it ourselves, and there was a keyboard - the cable they'd supplied wasn't very good, so he called for a replacement. We'd stopped off to buy supplies on the way, and yeah, it was a late one - our booking was for 10 hours, so we blearily exited at 8am, into drizzle. They were in no hurry to kick us out - no-one had booked after us. And yes, it was - as I remarked to him - a Very Good Plan. Great to catch up, and roll on the next one.
Now, yesterday, I first booked with Best Authentic Walking Tours in London, for a Royal Maritime Greenwich Ghost Tour. This is - as with all their walks - with Funzing, so I can get a refund up to 48 hours beforehand. Which I knew I'd probably do (have, in fact, done for this twice already), as I might have gone to a film that day - depending what was on - or, if I didn't like the offerings, Love London Theatre, Arts, Music & Stuff was off to Blood Wedding, a new adaptation of the Lorca play, at the Young Vic. But that since sold out - was bound to happen. Well, I finally did come up with an alternative that made me cancel the ghost tour - another ghost tour! specifically, of the British Museum, with Spooky London (SL). I mean, technically I could probably have gone to both - I just couldn't be bothered rushing the first to traipse all the way out to Greenwich, for an event that wouldn't be at all sociable! Might get on that walk some day.
Ivan wanted to watch the match, I wanted to get home to bed. So we parted, and heading hone in pouring rain, I managed to squeeze in a much-needed few hours' sleep, before taking the bus to the museum - in plenty of time, I know what those entrance queues are like at the weekend. Curiously, I later heard that the queue at the rear entrance was as bad, yesterday! Took me about 15 minutes, and I took a seat near the information desk, where we'd been told to meet - I seemed to be the first there, of the group, although I didn't really know the others coming, so not sure about that.
When it was getting close to time, with still no sign of anyone, I posted a message asking whether anyone else was there - which turned out to have been a good thing, as one of the group was in the queue - a lot longer than she'd expected, and thinking about bailing, until she read that. It took a while more for the organiser, in black baseball cap (as advertised) to show, from which point at least I knew I was in the right place. The others dribbled along slowly - everyone was having problems with the queue, and as the organiser remarked, it was a good thing that the tour guide was also delayed, as it gave the others some more time to get there. We paid on the spot, and got business cards for the organiser's website -Spooky Isles - as a receipt, which is a cool marketing idea. It must have been 15 minutes after scheduled start time that we headed off. Glad, with the weather, that this walking tour was indoors.
The personable guide turns out to be working on a book about the ghostly goings-on at the museum - read more here. And our tour, let me say from the outset, is fascinating - but then, it's fantastic to get any kind of intro to the museum; entering it on your own is an intimidating prospect, just due to the sheer size of the collection. I hadn't actually realised that the British Library was also housed here, until it moved to its new location. Never mind the additional ghost stories, the objects themselves are incredible, and it's lovely to focus on particular items - like, for example, this mechanical ship, designed to announce the start of a banquet; the detail is amazing.
But the accompanying stories of the supernatural lend an extra layer to what we were looking at. This same ship, for instance, came up in some tourist photos with a strange reflection - perhaps a ghost from the time of its making..?
Much of the tour centres on the Egyptian galleries - I guess, perhaps, many of these artefacts have a more potent association with the supernatural, having been revered originally as religious icons. Seems the museum also has some trouble with people wanting to revere them in the present day.. the above statues of Sekhmet apparently get quite a lot of attention. Some activity on the supernatural plane, too. But what was interesting to me was the oft-repeated reminder that a lot of artefacts are in storage, never to see the light of day.. and the energies associated with them are, well, stewing in the basement, where the items are stored. Now, there's a thought..
We spend some time in the African galleries, too. (Hint: I wouldn't get too chummy with that double-headed dog.) Lots of climbing up and down stairs means plenty of exercise - you can, of course, take the lift, but that means potentially losing the group. Which I did, briefly. Easily done, in such a huge place, with so many ways in and out. What the hey, I found them again, and was glad I did. Excellent tour, with plenty to entertain and inform.
Afterwards, just across the road to the Museum Tavern, where we - quite amazingly - got a space to sit, right by the door! They do pack the tables in here, mind. Funnily enough, I thought I'd never been here - had completely forgotten the one other time, at the end of a London Literary Walk. In my defence, it was over two years ago, and I was sat at the other end..! As on that occasion, I ordered food - had hunter's chicken, which was delicious. Except for the thick slice of gammon that they'd popped in the middle of the chicken - which is a shame, because I like gammon - but this was undercooked and inedible.
The chat was good, and I stayed as long as there were people left to chat to - the tour guide stayed too, and dropped us more snippets, about things that happen in the storage areas of the museum. One lady left early, to head to the fireworks at Battersea Park - she'd been before, and proclaimed it one of the best displays in town. I didn't contribute a huge amount to the conversation - I was really fading by now, and indeed, a sore throat was fast coming on; I was as hoarse as a crow by the end of the night. Never mind, it was worth coming out - I do like this group, and will meet them when I can. And yes, I would have had to leave early if I'd been going to the other walk, so just as well I didn't.
My bus arrived in perfect time. Straight home to bed then, and a lovely, long, indulgent sleep. Today, of course (usually the reason for a lack of preview), is film - and it's looking like the hugely popular Joker, starring Joaquin Phoenix as the title character, in an imagination of how the twisted psychopath of the Batman stories came to be. Also stars Robert de Niro. Delighted to be seeing the one everyone's talking about. Closest showing is in the Barbican - nice n close, and not apparently selling out, as it's been out for a little while now. And I'm rather glad not be socialising, so I can rest my throat.
Tomorrow, back with Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS) at Sadler's Wells, for a Rambert2 double bill - the first of two performances.
On Tuesday, I'm going to the comedy The Man in the White Suit, at Wyndham's. Stars Stephen Mangan as the chemist who develops a material that never gets dirty! and finds himself suddenly in huge demand.
On Wednesday, back with UITCS for The Antipodes, at the National - a play about stories and storytelling, sounds irresistible. Mixed reviews, I hear, but I can hardly miss this.
On Thursday, back with SL for their monthly drinks - and Ivan, who has business in the City that day, has expressed an interest in coming. This month, it's in the Prospect of Whitby. Then I'm back to Ireland for the weekend.
And on the 11th, I'm back with UITCS (as always!) for a night of comedy with Sara Pascoe, at the Backyard Comedy Club.
Thursday, 5 September 2019
Pub: The George
Tonight, back at last with Spooky London! It's ironic, he'd only just said that I'd been to all the pub socials - and I stopped going! Not deliberate, I can assure you.. this time, we were at The George.
Lo, I could walk there and back! Excellent - a nice evening for it too, although it's gone nippy. But then, I wrapped up.
Part of my route took me down Cannon Street, where major gas works are underway - and it seems they've used every piece of street furniture in London!
We were only joined by one more, and after having a drink outside, decided to gatecrash the front bar, which was apparently reserved from 5pm. But there were free tables in there, so we figured we were ok by this stage, which was after 8.
Had a good old chat - short on spookiness on this occasion, but we can always find something to talk about. Good to see them again. And a very pleasant walk home:
Tomorrow, I'm back to Ireland for the weekend again. On Monday, back with London European Club (LEC) for a night at the Proms - this is Prom 68: Wagner Night. At the Royal Albert Hall, natch.
On Tuesday, back at Trafalgar Studios - this time with North London Friends (NLF), for The Fishermen.
On Wednesday, I was back to the Proms, on my own.. Prom 71: Bach Night. But London Literary Walks finally advertised one - which is a better proposition. I just wish he'd post them earlier! This one is Bank Alleys - again, nice and convenient for me!
Next Thursday, I was thinking film - but not being enthused about what was coming up, I booked a cheap ticket to Remember, at the Cockpit, instead.
On the 13th, back with the LEC for a Scottish ceilidh! It's at Cecil Sharpe House. I had to cancel the last one of these I booked for, so hopefully I make this one!
On the 14th, London Dramatic Arts is off to see Two Ladies, with Zoe Wanamaker, at the Bridge Theatre. So am I - for half the price! (shh..) Going on my own, and will be avoiding them, as she takes umbrage at that sort of thing.
On the 15th, back with The Embers Collective - they haven't yet revealed the venue for Mischief on the Marshes! I've emailed them, as I should have heard at time of booking.
On the 16th, finally going to see Waitress, which I had to cancel earlier in the year. It's at the Adelphi.
On the 17th, some comedy, with Shappi Khorsandi, at Soho Theatre.
On the 18th, back with Civilised London (CL) for a Lebanese meal at Al Waha, meeting beforehand at the Prince Alfred. Then I'm back to Ireland for a long weekend.
On the 23rd, back with Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS) - again, it'll have been nearly three weeks since I was last with them! The occasion is a production of Giselle, by the English National Ballet, at Sadler's Wells.
On the 24th, back with NLF, to Donmar Warehouse, for Appropriate.
On the 25th, the Crick Crack Club is back! Tricksters & Fools is at Rich Mix - it's another in Crick Crack's Archetypes series, and stars Sarah Liisa Wilkinson, Tim Ralphs, TUUP, and Nell Phoenix.
On the 26th, UITCS is back with Groan Ups, at the Vaudeville.
On the 27th, Love London Theatre, Arts, Music & Stuff is at Our Lady of Kibeho, at the Theatre Royal Stratford. Ahah, I knew I'd booked something else with them!
And on the 28th, I booked for the matinee of Glass. Kill. Bluebeard. Imp. at the Royal Court. And then CL organised an outing to see London Concertante perform the Four Seasons at Southwark Cathedral. What the hey, I figure I can make both! It's ages since I heard it, in fact.. and it'll be a nostalgic trip for me, as my very first Meetup with the Man with the Hat was to listen to Concertante in Southwark Cathedral. He's much missed.
Lo, I could walk there and back! Excellent - a nice evening for it too, although it's gone nippy. But then, I wrapped up.
Part of my route took me down Cannon Street, where major gas works are underway - and it seems they've used every piece of street furniture in London!
Less windy crossing the river this evening, thank goodness. Anyway, I arrived at the George slightly late - and looking at the crowds, I despaired of ever finding the organiser! But he'd sensibly stayed at the edge.
Had a good old chat - short on spookiness on this occasion, but we can always find something to talk about. Good to see them again. And a very pleasant walk home:
Tomorrow, I'm back to Ireland for the weekend again. On Monday, back with London European Club (LEC) for a night at the Proms - this is Prom 68: Wagner Night. At the Royal Albert Hall, natch.
On Tuesday, back at Trafalgar Studios - this time with North London Friends (NLF), for The Fishermen.
On Wednesday, I was back to the Proms, on my own.. Prom 71: Bach Night. But London Literary Walks finally advertised one - which is a better proposition. I just wish he'd post them earlier! This one is Bank Alleys - again, nice and convenient for me!
Next Thursday, I was thinking film - but not being enthused about what was coming up, I booked a cheap ticket to Remember, at the Cockpit, instead.
On the 13th, back with the LEC for a Scottish ceilidh! It's at Cecil Sharpe House. I had to cancel the last one of these I booked for, so hopefully I make this one!
On the 14th, London Dramatic Arts is off to see Two Ladies, with Zoe Wanamaker, at the Bridge Theatre. So am I - for half the price! (shh..) Going on my own, and will be avoiding them, as she takes umbrage at that sort of thing.
On the 15th, back with The Embers Collective - they haven't yet revealed the venue for Mischief on the Marshes! I've emailed them, as I should have heard at time of booking.
On the 16th, finally going to see Waitress, which I had to cancel earlier in the year. It's at the Adelphi.
On the 17th, some comedy, with Shappi Khorsandi, at Soho Theatre.
On the 18th, back with Civilised London (CL) for a Lebanese meal at Al Waha, meeting beforehand at the Prince Alfred. Then I'm back to Ireland for a long weekend.
On the 23rd, back with Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS) - again, it'll have been nearly three weeks since I was last with them! The occasion is a production of Giselle, by the English National Ballet, at Sadler's Wells.
On the 24th, back with NLF, to Donmar Warehouse, for Appropriate.
On the 25th, the Crick Crack Club is back! Tricksters & Fools is at Rich Mix - it's another in Crick Crack's Archetypes series, and stars Sarah Liisa Wilkinson, Tim Ralphs, TUUP, and Nell Phoenix.
On the 26th, UITCS is back with Groan Ups, at the Vaudeville.
On the 27th, Love London Theatre, Arts, Music & Stuff is at Our Lady of Kibeho, at the Theatre Royal Stratford. Ahah, I knew I'd booked something else with them!
And on the 28th, I booked for the matinee of Glass. Kill. Bluebeard. Imp. at the Royal Court. And then CL organised an outing to see London Concertante perform the Four Seasons at Southwark Cathedral. What the hey, I figure I can make both! It's ages since I heard it, in fact.. and it'll be a nostalgic trip for me, as my very first Meetup with the Man with the Hat was to listen to Concertante in Southwark Cathedral. He's much missed.
Thursday, 4 July 2019
Pub: The Rising Sun
Tonight, back with Spooky London - this time, we were off to the Rising Sun. (No intention of missing this, any more than last night's.) A fascinating part of town, with a ton of history - I'd been there a lot, but never been in the actual pub. And with these two events being free, (not counting drinks!), what with not even going out on Tuesday, it was a cheap week.
It was about a 10-minute walk from the office - so, of course, I left late and arrived late. Never mind, we had time for a decent chinwag, and we had secured a few tables to the side - most people were stood outside anyway, in the glorious weather. A nice pub - lots of glass, sectioned off parts, and even nicer when the darts match in the far corner ended. Not much to tell - we had a convivial chat, and didn't have to shout too much. And how lovely it was to be able to walk home as well, after!
Tomorrow, Helen's in town for a training course. The London European Club is taking a group to a flamenco (music only, no dance) concert at Rich Mix, and we're going. Kudos to our diligent organiser, who noticed that the show is actually starting half an hour later than the advertised time! We're thinking of Nando's beforehand - for evening, no need to book near my office.
On Saturday, the Globe was just in touch last week - for that day only, there's a musical performance, evoking the story of King Lear, in the Wanamaker Playhouse. Had a look at the trailer, liked what I saw - and booked it: the matinee, for better availability.
On Sunday, heading with North London Friends to Ballet Flamenco Sara Baras - part of Sadler's Wells' Flamenco Festival. So I'll get that dancing that I'll miss tomorrow! The lady hosting is going with some people from her Spanish class, and heading for tapas after - hell, why not? Even if I don't join them, I'll love the show.
And on Monday, back with Up in the Cheap Seats at last, for Peter Gynt at the National. Modern version.
It was about a 10-minute walk from the office - so, of course, I left late and arrived late. Never mind, we had time for a decent chinwag, and we had secured a few tables to the side - most people were stood outside anyway, in the glorious weather. A nice pub - lots of glass, sectioned off parts, and even nicer when the darts match in the far corner ended. Not much to tell - we had a convivial chat, and didn't have to shout too much. And how lovely it was to be able to walk home as well, after!
Tomorrow, Helen's in town for a training course. The London European Club is taking a group to a flamenco (music only, no dance) concert at Rich Mix, and we're going. Kudos to our diligent organiser, who noticed that the show is actually starting half an hour later than the advertised time! We're thinking of Nando's beforehand - for evening, no need to book near my office.
On Saturday, the Globe was just in touch last week - for that day only, there's a musical performance, evoking the story of King Lear, in the Wanamaker Playhouse. Had a look at the trailer, liked what I saw - and booked it: the matinee, for better availability.
On Sunday, heading with North London Friends to Ballet Flamenco Sara Baras - part of Sadler's Wells' Flamenco Festival. So I'll get that dancing that I'll miss tomorrow! The lady hosting is going with some people from her Spanish class, and heading for tapas after - hell, why not? Even if I don't join them, I'll love the show.
And on Monday, back with Up in the Cheap Seats at last, for Peter Gynt at the National. Modern version.
Friday, 21 June 2019
Pub: The Flask (Hampstead)
Last night, I'd booked with Spooky London for another pub night - this time it was in The Flask. However, our monthly office games night was the same night - I cancelled my RSVP with Spooky London. I'd see what happened. Mind you, someone also had his leaving drinks - I decided to head off to the pub if nothing happened by a certain time.
Sure enough, it was a damp squib - the minuscule offering on the trolley wheeled into the break room was an indicator, given the size of the office. I left a few of them playing Mario Kart, changed my RSVP again, grabbed something to eat, and legged it. Taking the bus, mind you, turned out to be a bad idea - for a start, I was waiting forever while a parade of 8s and 521s passed. Indeed, initially, TFL was of the impression that no 46s were due at all - then that it'd be about 15 minutes. So imagine my surprise when one suddenly appeared - in fact, I was lucky that someone else hailed it, I was so not expecting it. As usual, the scenery justified the journey..
Got a violent coughing fit on the bus - mercifully, towards the end of the trip. I did not appreciate the sideways glances of the woman in front - jeez, I couldn't help it! although I did sympathise when she was on the phone, and both I and the bloke in front of her were coughing enthusiastically. Never mind, it didn't last that long - the blasted bus was diverted, and I ended up having to schlep up one of those steep Hampstead hills for the last part of my journey. As I approached the pub, I could see the reason for the diversion - they're resurfacing the road, and no buses are going up there.
Inside the pub, I quickly found the group at a small table - we moved to a larger one nearby, with a sofa, when it came free. Mind you, as we discussed after, maybe our organiser should wear something identifying - he's just not spooky enough! In due course, most of the people who'd RSVPed arrived - I used up a load of change buying a drink (unusual for me to have it!), and we chatted away - mostly about horror films, this time - for a couple of hours. The pub ghost, apparently, is - ahem - a girl who committed suicide after a botched dental job, and now stares in the front window of the pub. Other notable facts: the two halves of the pub are not connected - you have to go outside to get from one to the other - and for some reason, people never seem able to find the gents..! (Maybe they're cursed..) Oh, and phone reception is awful - happily, I managed to get WiFi.
I took the Tube home, natch, which got me back nice and early - allowing me to bring another load from the old flat. Time's a-wasting! It ran too late to blog though, after that. Tonight, thinking of film - and what's coming up is Toy Story 4! I'm delighted with that - I really enjoy the Toy Story films, although I haven't seen the last one, now available online. That's on in the Barbican Screen 1 - and, of course, I know where that is, now! Also on nice and early, leaving me some time to finish clearing out my old room (hopefully) - I have to vacate it for tomorrow, and in fact just yesterday got an email from the agents, detailing the charges if I don't follow all their requirements. Boy, will I be glad to end my contract with them - they're very hard-nosed.
Tomorrow morning, I have to give back the key by 11.30 - or face a £30 penalty. To celebrate the end of all that kerfuffle, I have a full day planned with Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS) thereafter, in the Arcola - Radio, followed by The Glass Menagerie. Doubtless we'll grab a bite to eat in between, but haven't decided where yet.
On Sunday, back with UITCS for 549: Scots of the Spanish Civil War, at the New Diorama Theatre. Haven't been there before.
On Monday, Helen and her husband were supposed be in town, but can't make it now. Never mind, when I checked, UITCS had posted a new event; Wife is on in the Kiln (which used to be the Tricycle), and - possibly just for that day - all tickets bought by Sunday are £10! So I'm joining them for that - we are, of course, picking top price seats, and taking up pretty much the whole of the front row of the Circle.
On Tuesday, back with UITCS for a performance at Sadler's Wells by the Birmingham Royal Ballet.
On Wednesday - not with UITCS!! Instead, I'm back with London Literary Walks - this is The Third Westminster Walk, and on past experience, should be fascinating.
On Thursday - yes of course, back with UITCS.. for On Your Feet at the Coliseum: the musical about Emilio and Gloria Estefan. Then I'm back to Ireland for the weekend.
..and then we're into next month! On the 1st, nothing much on Meetup - instead, I got a cheap ticket to some quite local comedy - Catch 22 Years is a WIP by Katie O' Brien, at The Glory.
On the 2nd, I'm headed to a Summer Science Exhibition Late at the Royal Society - adults only. London European Club (LEC) organised an outing - then London Science Events did, too. I decided I'd rather go with the LEC, so haven't RSVPed to London Science Events - they'd only be looking for me if I did. Free, no registration required.
On the 3rd, London Literary Walks is taking us all the way out west - for Strand on the Green.
On the 4th, back with Spooky London - this time, we're off to the Rising Sun. A fascinating part of town, with a ton of history - I've been there a lot, but never been in the actual pub. And with these two events being free as well, it'll be a cheap week.
And on the 5th, Helen's in town for a training course. The LEC is taking a group to a flamenco (music only, no dance) concert at Rich Mix, and we're thinking of going along.
Sure enough, it was a damp squib - the minuscule offering on the trolley wheeled into the break room was an indicator, given the size of the office. I left a few of them playing Mario Kart, changed my RSVP again, grabbed something to eat, and legged it. Taking the bus, mind you, turned out to be a bad idea - for a start, I was waiting forever while a parade of 8s and 521s passed. Indeed, initially, TFL was of the impression that no 46s were due at all - then that it'd be about 15 minutes. So imagine my surprise when one suddenly appeared - in fact, I was lucky that someone else hailed it, I was so not expecting it. As usual, the scenery justified the journey..
Got a violent coughing fit on the bus - mercifully, towards the end of the trip. I did not appreciate the sideways glances of the woman in front - jeez, I couldn't help it! although I did sympathise when she was on the phone, and both I and the bloke in front of her were coughing enthusiastically. Never mind, it didn't last that long - the blasted bus was diverted, and I ended up having to schlep up one of those steep Hampstead hills for the last part of my journey. As I approached the pub, I could see the reason for the diversion - they're resurfacing the road, and no buses are going up there.
Inside the pub, I quickly found the group at a small table - we moved to a larger one nearby, with a sofa, when it came free. Mind you, as we discussed after, maybe our organiser should wear something identifying - he's just not spooky enough! In due course, most of the people who'd RSVPed arrived - I used up a load of change buying a drink (unusual for me to have it!), and we chatted away - mostly about horror films, this time - for a couple of hours. The pub ghost, apparently, is - ahem - a girl who committed suicide after a botched dental job, and now stares in the front window of the pub. Other notable facts: the two halves of the pub are not connected - you have to go outside to get from one to the other - and for some reason, people never seem able to find the gents..! (Maybe they're cursed..) Oh, and phone reception is awful - happily, I managed to get WiFi.
I took the Tube home, natch, which got me back nice and early - allowing me to bring another load from the old flat. Time's a-wasting! It ran too late to blog though, after that. Tonight, thinking of film - and what's coming up is Toy Story 4! I'm delighted with that - I really enjoy the Toy Story films, although I haven't seen the last one, now available online. That's on in the Barbican Screen 1 - and, of course, I know where that is, now! Also on nice and early, leaving me some time to finish clearing out my old room (hopefully) - I have to vacate it for tomorrow, and in fact just yesterday got an email from the agents, detailing the charges if I don't follow all their requirements. Boy, will I be glad to end my contract with them - they're very hard-nosed.
Tomorrow morning, I have to give back the key by 11.30 - or face a £30 penalty. To celebrate the end of all that kerfuffle, I have a full day planned with Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS) thereafter, in the Arcola - Radio, followed by The Glass Menagerie. Doubtless we'll grab a bite to eat in between, but haven't decided where yet.
On Sunday, back with UITCS for 549: Scots of the Spanish Civil War, at the New Diorama Theatre. Haven't been there before.
On Monday, Helen and her husband were supposed be in town, but can't make it now. Never mind, when I checked, UITCS had posted a new event; Wife is on in the Kiln (which used to be the Tricycle), and - possibly just for that day - all tickets bought by Sunday are £10! So I'm joining them for that - we are, of course, picking top price seats, and taking up pretty much the whole of the front row of the Circle.
On Tuesday, back with UITCS for a performance at Sadler's Wells by the Birmingham Royal Ballet.
On Wednesday - not with UITCS!! Instead, I'm back with London Literary Walks - this is The Third Westminster Walk, and on past experience, should be fascinating.
On Thursday - yes of course, back with UITCS.. for On Your Feet at the Coliseum: the musical about Emilio and Gloria Estefan. Then I'm back to Ireland for the weekend.
..and then we're into next month! On the 1st, nothing much on Meetup - instead, I got a cheap ticket to some quite local comedy - Catch 22 Years is a WIP by Katie O' Brien, at The Glory.
On the 2nd, I'm headed to a Summer Science Exhibition Late at the Royal Society - adults only. London European Club (LEC) organised an outing - then London Science Events did, too. I decided I'd rather go with the LEC, so haven't RSVPed to London Science Events - they'd only be looking for me if I did. Free, no registration required.
On the 3rd, London Literary Walks is taking us all the way out west - for Strand on the Green.
On the 4th, back with Spooky London - this time, we're off to the Rising Sun. A fascinating part of town, with a ton of history - I've been there a lot, but never been in the actual pub. And with these two events being free as well, it'll be a cheap week.
And on the 5th, Helen's in town for a training course. The LEC is taking a group to a flamenco (music only, no dance) concert at Rich Mix, and we're thinking of going along.
Friday, 7 June 2019
Pub: The Anchor Tap
Last night, I was back for a pub night with Spooky London - we were at The Anchor Tap. My cold was annoying, but I managed to drag myself out - albeit a bit late. But that was because of work pressures. I considered taking the Tube, but it would only have been slightly faster than the bus, so I stuck to that instead. My bus - when it arrived - was unusual in two respects; it had more standing/luggage/wheelchair/buggy space than seats, and it had a nice display of the sort I've only seen abroad, an electronic display showing the route map and scrolling along to show where we were on it. A diversion was advertised, but all that meant was that it doesn't currently go via Cannon Street, which is closed for roadworks. Which is already mapped on Google Maps, so that was fine.
I alighted at London Bridge, and got to walk along the river. Oh, I do love this part of town: and for the first time, I got to see Tower Bridge opening!
Lovely sunny day for a walk too, albeit cold. It wasn't hard to find The Anchor Tap, nestled in the shadow of Tower Bridge. (The ghostly connection is, apparently, a poltergeist called Charlie, who breaks ashtrays behind the bar. We wondered whether he was anti-smoking.) And our group leader had helpfully posted that they were in the lounge, at the back. Well wouldn't you know it, that's a separate room - nice and snug - with a sign over the door that says "Lounge". So that was ok then. I wasn't even the last to arrive. An interesting chat, which moved from spooky subjects to drugs, and on to points weird - some of us stayed till closing. And was I tired after (and had drunk a bit too much) - so much for making another run to the old flat!
Tonight, back with Up in the Cheap Seats for Education, Education, Education at Trafalgar Studios. Set in a school in the 90s, it looks like great fun. And just yesterday, ShowFilmFirst advertised an offer on it, damnit! All tickets £20 for shows up to the 22nd. Ah well.. Never mind I used a Seatplan Theatre Token as part payment, so got it a bit cheaper. With my cold having moved from my head to my throat - and threatening my chest - I hope I don't get a troublesome cough! Still, doesn't sound like a quiet show.
I alighted at London Bridge, and got to walk along the river. Oh, I do love this part of town: and for the first time, I got to see Tower Bridge opening!
Lovely sunny day for a walk too, albeit cold. It wasn't hard to find The Anchor Tap, nestled in the shadow of Tower Bridge. (The ghostly connection is, apparently, a poltergeist called Charlie, who breaks ashtrays behind the bar. We wondered whether he was anti-smoking.) And our group leader had helpfully posted that they were in the lounge, at the back. Well wouldn't you know it, that's a separate room - nice and snug - with a sign over the door that says "Lounge". So that was ok then. I wasn't even the last to arrive. An interesting chat, which moved from spooky subjects to drugs, and on to points weird - some of us stayed till closing. And was I tired after (and had drunk a bit too much) - so much for making another run to the old flat!
Tonight, back with Up in the Cheap Seats for Education, Education, Education at Trafalgar Studios. Set in a school in the 90s, it looks like great fun. And just yesterday, ShowFilmFirst advertised an offer on it, damnit! All tickets £20 for shows up to the 22nd. Ah well.. Never mind I used a Seatplan Theatre Token as part payment, so got it a bit cheaper. With my cold having moved from my head to my throat - and threatening my chest - I hope I don't get a troublesome cough! Still, doesn't sound like a quiet show.
Friday, 17 May 2019
Pub: The Morpeth Arms
Last night, back at another Spooky London Paranormal Pub Meetup. This time, it was The Morpeth Arms. I set off in decent time - the bus arrived just after I did, which was very obliging of it - but the traffic was dreadful, and I did get to the pub just a little late. It's kind of handy that the organiser put up a picture - the pub actually has no sign over the door!
He'd managed to grab a nice, big table - just beside the bar, too. Service was quick, despite the crowd, and conversation at the table was good. It should have been ideal - what a shame that the management in this establishment sees fit to play the - admittedly, entertaining - soundtrack at a volume so high that people sitting next to each other couldn't hear each other speak! Unpleasantly loud. Anyway, someone else was having a chip butty, and of course made me hungry, so I ordered a portion of chunky chips for myself. For all that they're supposed to be triple cooked, I didn't find anything special about them..
So, good company, shame about the pub. Never mind, it was good to see them. A screen to the side showed an unchanging picture of the cellars - as we remarked, maybe next time we'd go down there; even if we didn't see any ghosts, at least it'd be quieter! Mercifully, they didn't stay late - I needed more stuff from my old flat, and this gave me time to get it!
Tonight, I'm back to Ireland for the weekend. On Monday and Tuesday, it's Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS) again. On Monday, we're going to Rosmersholm, by Ibsen, at the Duke of York's Theatre. Just across from the Coliseum - we were remarking on it on Wednesday night!
On Tuesday, it's Our Town at the Regent's Park Open Air Theatre. Hope the weather holds!
On Wednesday, back at last with London Literary Walks - whom I'm shamefully neglecting - for "The Second Westminster Walk".
On Thursday and next Friday, I booked with UITCS. On Thursday, it was for The Starry Messenger, at Wyndham's, starring Matthew Broderick. I waited the longest time to book this, because I have theatre tokens, earned from posting photos to Seatplan, and every time I thought of booking it, I was either away from where my tokens were, or it was out of office hours - and they have to be booked by phone, generally. Well, I was to be glad I waited - they finally released really cheap front row seats in the stalls! (Restricted view, it's a tall stage.) And I was within arms' reach of my tokens, mid-afternoon. After being kept forever on hold, I was put through to someone who had to have everything spelled out for her, and emitted a big sigh when I told her I had a theatre token. So she had to log into that site. But it was all worth it, to get a ticket for £2.25.. Of course, I knew something would go wrong: and now the office social is scheduled for that very day. Ah well - curry night it is then, venue TBD.
Next Friday, I'm off, with UITCS, to Jude, at Hampstead Theatre.
And on the 25th, back - for the first time in a ridiculously long time - with London Dramatic Arts! We're at King Hedley II, with Lenny Henry, at the Theatre Royal, Stratford East. As usual, she closed RSVPs too early, but I asked, and she reopened them. Be good to see them again!
He'd managed to grab a nice, big table - just beside the bar, too. Service was quick, despite the crowd, and conversation at the table was good. It should have been ideal - what a shame that the management in this establishment sees fit to play the - admittedly, entertaining - soundtrack at a volume so high that people sitting next to each other couldn't hear each other speak! Unpleasantly loud. Anyway, someone else was having a chip butty, and of course made me hungry, so I ordered a portion of chunky chips for myself. For all that they're supposed to be triple cooked, I didn't find anything special about them..
So, good company, shame about the pub. Never mind, it was good to see them. A screen to the side showed an unchanging picture of the cellars - as we remarked, maybe next time we'd go down there; even if we didn't see any ghosts, at least it'd be quieter! Mercifully, they didn't stay late - I needed more stuff from my old flat, and this gave me time to get it!
Tonight, I'm back to Ireland for the weekend. On Monday and Tuesday, it's Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS) again. On Monday, we're going to Rosmersholm, by Ibsen, at the Duke of York's Theatre. Just across from the Coliseum - we were remarking on it on Wednesday night!
On Tuesday, it's Our Town at the Regent's Park Open Air Theatre. Hope the weather holds!
On Wednesday, back at last with London Literary Walks - whom I'm shamefully neglecting - for "The Second Westminster Walk".
On Thursday and next Friday, I booked with UITCS. On Thursday, it was for The Starry Messenger, at Wyndham's, starring Matthew Broderick. I waited the longest time to book this, because I have theatre tokens, earned from posting photos to Seatplan, and every time I thought of booking it, I was either away from where my tokens were, or it was out of office hours - and they have to be booked by phone, generally. Well, I was to be glad I waited - they finally released really cheap front row seats in the stalls! (Restricted view, it's a tall stage.) And I was within arms' reach of my tokens, mid-afternoon. After being kept forever on hold, I was put through to someone who had to have everything spelled out for her, and emitted a big sigh when I told her I had a theatre token. So she had to log into that site. But it was all worth it, to get a ticket for £2.25.. Of course, I knew something would go wrong: and now the office social is scheduled for that very day. Ah well - curry night it is then, venue TBD.
Next Friday, I'm off, with UITCS, to Jude, at Hampstead Theatre.
And on the 25th, back - for the first time in a ridiculously long time - with London Dramatic Arts! We're at King Hedley II, with Lenny Henry, at the Theatre Royal, Stratford East. As usual, she closed RSVPs too early, but I asked, and she reopened them. Be good to see them again!
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