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huggeroftrees) wrote2010-05-23 12:58 pm
huggeroftrees) wrote2010-05-23 12:58 pm
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Right. There has been a shower. There has been bacon.
I think I might live.
That was fun.
Zorro had a great time in London on Friday night despite being recognised at Liverpool Street Station. Luckily a cheeky lift of the hat and whirl of the cape confused the pointy-finger pointing group and Zorro managed to escape before any goons arrived.
However, one should start at the beginning, no?
Right. All trains were caught wonderfully easily. There was even time in Leeds to pop into Boots and grab some wet wipes. I love wet wipes. And to the people on the platform who were careful not to notice that I had removed shoes and socks and was making busy with the wipes in the foot area "IT WAS HOT, OK?!!!!". Nuff said.
I was nicely surprised by the forward facing window seat (forgetting that I had booked early enough to get one). Leg room FTW!!!! Chap of a geeky nature had booked the seat next to me and almost immediately fell asleep (like I said, hot day). I would have been annoyed by the fact her was attempting to fall asleep on my shoulder, except that an innate sense of self preservation kept jerking him upright every time he came within 10 cm of my arm. (I Has A Force Field.) He woke up after Peterborough and we had a short conversation about how some people were going to London on a Hen Night whereas others were only going to visit their mothers, but that didn't make them bad people per se. Then, as firm friends, we settled back in silence to our respective books. Until I had to get changed.
I made him swear not to touch the hat and scurried off to the disabled loo. Plenty of room to change in, and (thank the fates) the door didn't open mid leg. From that point onward it would be useless to count the number of double takes that I received that evening. I made a couple of kids' day as I strode asertively back up the train, cloak billowing behind me as I swayed to the movement of the carriage. until my cloak got caught on the arm of one of the seats and nearly strangled me.
"NO CAPES!!!!" That Edna had a point.
All along the platform at Kings Cross I did my best Snape impression. And let me tell you, I do a GREAT Snape impression. I've got the hauteur down pat.
The tube was interesting. Zorro has an Oyster card. Zorro has adapted to the 21st Century rather well. The group of lads at Liverpool Street station who walked halfway past - stopped dead and then said "LOOK! It's Zorro!" got a bow and a dip of the hat. Zorro doesn't forget the people who put Zorro where she is today.
Brick Lane was heaving. Various people decided that what Zorro really needed was a curry and were assiduous in their offers of same. However, what Zorro really needed was a chilled cocktail. The suit was HOT. Especially with the cape. After a couple of short but emphatic phone call conversations Zorro eventually met up with Ginger Spice, Posh Spice and Madonna (Einstein was still in a bag). We found the venue (to be greeted by Baby Spice [AWESOME COSTUME AND GENIUS HAIR) and two people who had decided not to play) and I dropped off everything that wasn't related to either Zorro or money (Zorro needs not a toothbrush) with the nice lass behind the counter (who was from York [yay! we talked a while in northern] and told us she would be dressing up as a pirate later. Let me tell you - the costume that emerged "later" was NOTHING like what we had envisaged).
We had a table upstairs. We had some delicious cocktails and, once Einstein had got her eyebrows firmly affixed, we had dinner. And a show. And WHAT A Show.
The compère played the Ukulele.
Other things stick out. Like the lengths the young Princess Victoria apparently went to in order to ensnare Prince Albert. (Prince Albert was not that willing. He seemed more interested in the compère)
There was singing. There was dancing. Someone was wrapped in a rather too small American flag at some point. The dude wriggled his way out of a flapper dress and into full Tommie uniform (nice legs) and there was an exhibition of "sexercise"
Baby Spice was exceedingly willingly involved in the latter. Hopefully the pictures will come out.
Oh, And TOP HAT/WHITE TIE/TAILS (plus white opera scarf such as any young blade of the well off 1920s set would naturally wear) made a short appearance, thus making my night.
So yeah. That was the show.
After the show we went upstairs and tried on EVERYTHING and got our pictures taken by proper professional folks as evidence of our insanity. And then everyone except Posh Spice, Ginger Spice and Zorro had trains to catch so it was a smaller party that drank and danced and drank and danced and eventually ended up walking a good chunk of the way home (UPHILL) cos Ginger Spice was a little too unsteady for a taxi (in her defence she gets travel sick even when sober).
I didn't sing. But it was a close run thing. Luckily Posh Spice was steady enough to prevent Ginger Spice and Zorro having a shoving match that would have ended up with one or the other of them in the road and arms around each others waists for stability we wended our way home.
It seemed incongruous to go to bed as the sun was rising and the dawn chorus did it's best to keep us awake but we pulled the covers over our heads and slipped away into the welcoming arms of sleep.
I would say that Ginger Spice was well and truly Hen Nighted. Great fun was had by all and we didn't even get thrown out of anywhere! They're really nice folks there. Really nice.
*yawn*
That was fun.
Zorro had a great time in London on Friday night despite being recognised at Liverpool Street Station. Luckily a cheeky lift of the hat and whirl of the cape confused the pointy-finger pointing group and Zorro managed to escape before any goons arrived.
However, one should start at the beginning, no?
Right. All trains were caught wonderfully easily. There was even time in Leeds to pop into Boots and grab some wet wipes. I love wet wipes. And to the people on the platform who were careful not to notice that I had removed shoes and socks and was making busy with the wipes in the foot area "IT WAS HOT, OK?!!!!". Nuff said.
I was nicely surprised by the forward facing window seat (forgetting that I had booked early enough to get one). Leg room FTW!!!! Chap of a geeky nature had booked the seat next to me and almost immediately fell asleep (like I said, hot day). I would have been annoyed by the fact her was attempting to fall asleep on my shoulder, except that an innate sense of self preservation kept jerking him upright every time he came within 10 cm of my arm. (I Has A Force Field.) He woke up after Peterborough and we had a short conversation about how some people were going to London on a Hen Night whereas others were only going to visit their mothers, but that didn't make them bad people per se. Then, as firm friends, we settled back in silence to our respective books. Until I had to get changed.
I made him swear not to touch the hat and scurried off to the disabled loo. Plenty of room to change in, and (thank the fates) the door didn't open mid leg. From that point onward it would be useless to count the number of double takes that I received that evening. I made a couple of kids' day as I strode asertively back up the train, cloak billowing behind me as I swayed to the movement of the carriage. until my cloak got caught on the arm of one of the seats and nearly strangled me.
"NO CAPES!!!!" That Edna had a point.
All along the platform at Kings Cross I did my best Snape impression. And let me tell you, I do a GREAT Snape impression. I've got the hauteur down pat.
The tube was interesting. Zorro has an Oyster card. Zorro has adapted to the 21st Century rather well. The group of lads at Liverpool Street station who walked halfway past - stopped dead and then said "LOOK! It's Zorro!" got a bow and a dip of the hat. Zorro doesn't forget the people who put Zorro where she is today.
Brick Lane was heaving. Various people decided that what Zorro really needed was a curry and were assiduous in their offers of same. However, what Zorro really needed was a chilled cocktail. The suit was HOT. Especially with the cape. After a couple of short but emphatic phone call conversations Zorro eventually met up with Ginger Spice, Posh Spice and Madonna (Einstein was still in a bag). We found the venue (to be greeted by Baby Spice [AWESOME COSTUME AND GENIUS HAIR) and two people who had decided not to play) and I dropped off everything that wasn't related to either Zorro or money (Zorro needs not a toothbrush) with the nice lass behind the counter (who was from York [yay! we talked a while in northern] and told us she would be dressing up as a pirate later. Let me tell you - the costume that emerged "later" was NOTHING like what we had envisaged).
We had a table upstairs. We had some delicious cocktails and, once Einstein had got her eyebrows firmly affixed, we had dinner. And a show. And WHAT A Show.
The compère played the Ukulele.
Other things stick out. Like the lengths the young Princess Victoria apparently went to in order to ensnare Prince Albert. (Prince Albert was not that willing. He seemed more interested in the compère)
There was singing. There was dancing. Someone was wrapped in a rather too small American flag at some point. The dude wriggled his way out of a flapper dress and into full Tommie uniform (nice legs) and there was an exhibition of "sexercise"
Baby Spice was exceedingly willingly involved in the latter. Hopefully the pictures will come out.
Oh, And TOP HAT/WHITE TIE/TAILS (plus white opera scarf such as any young blade of the well off 1920s set would naturally wear) made a short appearance, thus making my night.
So yeah. That was the show.
After the show we went upstairs and tried on EVERYTHING and got our pictures taken by proper professional folks as evidence of our insanity. And then everyone except Posh Spice, Ginger Spice and Zorro had trains to catch so it was a smaller party that drank and danced and drank and danced and eventually ended up walking a good chunk of the way home (UPHILL) cos Ginger Spice was a little too unsteady for a taxi (in her defence she gets travel sick even when sober).
I didn't sing. But it was a close run thing. Luckily Posh Spice was steady enough to prevent Ginger Spice and Zorro having a shoving match that would have ended up with one or the other of them in the road and arms around each others waists for stability we wended our way home.
It seemed incongruous to go to bed as the sun was rising and the dawn chorus did it's best to keep us awake but we pulled the covers over our heads and slipped away into the welcoming arms of sleep.
I would say that Ginger Spice was well and truly Hen Nighted. Great fun was had by all and we didn't even get thrown out of anywhere! They're really nice folks there. Really nice.
*yawn*