Sorry for my delayed appearance today but I tried to arrange some matters via computer. No, no, I wasn't trying to save the planet or anything like that, just booking some theatre tickets and a hotel room! Oh God, there then followed an interminable period of time whilst they asked me this, that and the other, demanded the 1st, 3rd and 8th character of my password - needless to say I couldn't even remember the bloody password never mind individual characters! And so it went on and on as I watched my life draining away into the ether.
Mind you, the price of a hotel room in London brought me back to life with a bang! Back in the day, I could have taken the 'Memsahib' to Spain for a fortnights holiday for that sort of money. Well, never mind, we are both booked on the excellent Berry's Coaches who will whisk us both into town whilst their charming hostesses serve grumpy old men like me non-stop coffee to smooth us down. Then it's an easy ride on the underground to Westminster, cross the river to the South Bank and then a lovely stroll along the embankment, hurrying past the Tate Modern with its ghastly art, but pausing to look at The Globe Theatre and bless the memory of the late Sam Wanamaker who inspired its creation. Spot of lunch with a host of riverside cafes and restaurants to choose from and then, finally, into our hotel for a nap and a shower.
The Menier Chocolate Factory Theatre is just a stroll away and we can enjoy the late Hugh Whitemore's brilliant, little play Pack of Lies - see previous post. The next day, we simply go into reverse and we should be home early evening when, I am sure, the 'Memsahib, over-flowing with gratitude, will knock up a gourmand dinner for me.
Well, a man may hope may he not?