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some london plays 2007-03-10 - 3:41 a.m. all photos � 2007 by elaine radford "tube" themed undies in a shop window Thursday, March 8 Today we decided to head over to Bankside. First stop: Tate Modern. I was disappointed that "Ishi's Light" was closed for repairs, but we enjoyed the disorienting effects of "Sliding Doors" by Carsten Holler. I do think the Rothko room gets better each time, and one of the paintings was quite spooky and disorienting with its suggestion of opening a window on another world. However, it was IMOM's first time seeing it, and as the first time is probably never the best time, he didn't get much out of it. Next stop Vinopolis, built on the site of the old Roman wine market and set in an old Victorian structure with oodles of red brick arches. Five tastes of wine and a Bombay Sapphire cocktail were included. The wine, I'm afraid, wasn't such a much, although the cocktail in the Bombay Sapphire "experience" was terrific. They don't get the point of wine tastings in old London town, I'm afraid. You give a free taste and sell the bottles. Instead, there were scams all over the place, such as it turned out the free samples were only for the surly bad-tasting wines and if you got a "premium wine," you'd have to pay again. What dumb-asses, forgive my French. The point of wine-tasting is to upsell a bottle of wine, not to upsell one tiny glass. The "free" grocery store wine-tastings at any Mandeville venue probably end up raking in more dinero with less overhead. A cool thing happened at the end of the exhibit. You could buy a tour that included whiskey and absinthe tastings, which we didn't, because we were concerned about the size of the tastings and didn't want to end up totally "trollied," as the Vinopolis website said. Then a lady came by and gave us two free absinthe tasting tickets. IMOM declared that the Paris version tasted like paregoric, but it tasted better than the Czech Republic version, which tasted "minty" (read "of mouthwash"). We saw none of the fabled hallucinations, but we had a fairly decent buzz as we strolled along the Thames Path and enjoyed the various sights along the way -- the Millennial bridge, St. Paul's Cathedral, the Golden Hinde, Southwark Cathedral, the remains of Westminster Palace. When we arrived at the National Theater, we decided to enjoy the so-called lobby music and maybe see a show. The music wasn't my thing, with plenty of flute, but apparently these folks were a local favorite, since there were dancing girls -- and I'm not saying young opportunistic hookers but 45 year old dancing girls -- giving dancing lessons to very over-the-hill-type old guys. IMOM and I tried to figure out the backstory for all that, but we never quite did. The play was The Caucasian Chalk Circle, which was quite an odd little story if you ask me. I might say more about it at a later time when I have more time to write as opposed to just type. Friday March 9 We started the day with a stroll through St. James Park. I'm not sure if I previously noted that we'd seen Carrion Crow, but today we saw a number of them. As we strolled the famous Birdcage Walk, we encountered a man who had trained Wood Pigeons -- not regular pigeons, but Wood Pigeons -- to land on his hand and take food. It was cute as a button when two WOPI tried to make use of the guy's services at the same time and started to bicker. In the pelican area, we saw two White Pelicans (African? American? I don't know) shivering in the cool of the spring day. Next we sauntered past the horse guards and into the Parliament Square area -- Big Ben, the London Eye, Westminster Abbey, St. Margaret's Church. IMOM tried to take my photo with one of the horse guards, and the horse leaned over me and made me jump. I thought it was going to bite, as per the warning on the sign, but then I realized that he just wanted me to pet his head. So I petted it with, like, the tippy tip of my finger. Don't laugh. Horses are huge. Peachfronts are small. St. Margaret's was interesting because half of the church had traditional stained glass with intricate Bible scenes, and the other half of the church had cubist-type stained glass. So I'm thinking half of St. Margaret's was seriously smashed up in WWII or something. We were not able to get the amazing half price tickets to Spamalot that we had hoped for, so we got Chicago tickets instead. At some point we each had a half pint of "Green King" Abbot Ale and studied the map to figure out where we were. Then instead of where we were going, we went to the Chinatown "club" instead. They fed us dinner, wine, and a map to the theater. There were some well-defined abs to be seen in Chicago, but not alas in our lead. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford