050.November 12

London

Finally I’ve made it inside BLACKFRIAR’s PUB after ten years trying. The wood work is scrumptious. The food, however, expect to be slightly less, but sitting next to a heater, drinking a hard cider, and waiting for a tuna melt, I’m quite ready to be satiated, or at least happy. Am I underdressed? I should think so. I can’t do much about the coffee stains on my trousers, rather my jeans, caused by the bakery up the street overturning my coffee in the bag it was served in. I didn’t want coffee anyway, even promised myself that I wouldn’t have any while I was here, and now it is official.

Ah, my tuna melt is visually being prepared. Next I will head for the National Theatre to meet Kehry Lane for doing who knows what. Speaking of that, who knows why I came now? I have a feeling I’ll be only a burden to my British friends, and to my health.

After my soaking by rain, I made it to the Royal National Theatre, where I purchased tickets to the new Trilogy by Tom Stoppard. I will go to that on Wednesday Nov. 20th. It lasts all day long, with three full length plays for £60. Previous to that, while waiting, I checked out the Festival Building and Theatre and the Poetry Library’s exhibition of small press literature.

But here I am, on my way to meet Brigid in Glasgow. Besides being an expensive trip, it is starting to be fun. Oh, so I met Kehry and Patras at the National Theatre, and we walked along the Thames to the Founders arms, where we talked and drank 2 pints of Young’s Bitter and A.A.A. 4.0 Bitter.

Kehry and I walked home to the hostel. I showered, and we both dressed for a night on the town, all in black, except for our shoes. We drank a pint in Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese. We checked out tickets @TCKTS in Leicester Square, and then went to Strand Theatre for £10 tickets to Mrs. Warren’s Profession with Brenda Blethyn.

2002