This post is going to be a little bit different to the usual style, and I hope you readers don't mind. I'm going to take you on a little journey through the amazing evening I've had. Now, before I begin I would just like to say that I nowhere near lead the glamorous life of 'The Londoner', so evenings like the one I'm about to tell you are of the rare type.
It started this afternoon, I'd say about 4.30, I'd just had one of the most boring lectures known to man about modernist dance in America - not the best of interests as you can imagine. So, its raining (of course it is, its Roehampton - its always raining!) and obviously the best time to get into a fit of hiccups would be at the bus stop. Now would probably be the best time to inform you that my hiccups are far from the ordinary - I sound like a whaling, whimpering puppy (if you can just picture that for a moment) you may understand why its so embarrassing to have them at a packed bus stop. Hair done, Shoes on and ready to go...the bus drives straight past me because its too full . . . brilliant. So along comes the next, and obviously only I would have no money on my oyster when I need it most. I start to haggle with the bus driver as if hes a Turkish man selling fake ray-bans on the beach. He wasn't having any of it! Luckily there are still kind people out there and a young chap had change that I could use in order to buy a ticket (I thanked him greatly of course). It made me realise I need to start being nicer to strangers, that was a bit of karma that came in my luck today!
Fast forward an hour, give or take some, and I meet my Dad for dinner in a little pub in South Kensington which was nothing special but still lovely. Dad and I put the world right with our conversations over some beer and cider (the usual) and then headed off for 'The Royal Albert Hall'.
We finally get in, after passing streets of amazing houses in Kensington which I now have a dream to live in (we'll see how well that one works out). As we get to the second floor Dad assures me that its the right level. I, however, clueless to his plans am very confused as it says 'Grand Tier' and all the entrances are labelled as 'Boxes' ours was 26 :). As my Dad explained we were one down from a box I was getting a bit worried he was losing it with his old age. Nevertheless we walked up to the young man in red and asked to be shown our seats! With astonishment WE WERE IN A BOX!! Its safe to say I've never been more excited.
So we get settled in, well apart from the man in front of me who was clearly trying to impress his date after the 3 bottles of Moet he fed her with. As I start to squeal in anticipation (much like a 5 year old who just got her first Barbie) the audience was brought to a silence by the sound of a 'breaking an entry' alarm and the voice "MOVE AWAY FROM THE STAGE".
With all eyes down, we are met by an interesting figure . . . a clown, who uses his remote control (a recurring symbol throughout the piece) to turn off the alarm. As the lights dim there is a complete hush among the audience, all awaiting the unpredictable spectacular about to explode. . .
Here are a few pictures that I managed to sneekily snap, as photography is not prohibited within the theatre. If you want to hear more on the show, I will be doing a follow up article on my 'Trends' page this weekend once I've got all my thoughts and figures together, so look out for that to hear more!
Of course, the theatre trip would not have been quite complete without a classic 'Hagen Daz' ice cream during the interval, and without fail, Daddy did not disappoint :) YUMM!!
Hope you enjoyed reading about my amazing evening! I would recommend it to people of all ages to go and see, theres something for everyone. Even my Dad who is hard to please was laughing the entire time, and loved the live jazz music that was played throughout. Like I said I will write a more in depth review of the piece shortly so look out for it :)
Love Livy x
