Southerners are strange people. To the rest of the world who visit London they represent “English” but they are not English at all.
Anyway this morning I woke up and for a few minutes I didn’t know where I was. Bolton, Paris, Birmingham, Boston now London. I have been waking up in so many different places recently.
Michael and I, arrived yesterday by train. Actually we could have been in a foreign country because I don’t think we heard AngloEnglish spoken till we got to the hotel. the Best Western Premier Shaftsbury, near Earls Court tube station. We have stayed here before in March and it is very conveniently situated for getting about London as the Piccadilly and District lines cross here…. and a very nice hotel in a typical Edwardian London street.
The first afternoon we hung out around Covent Garden, watching the street performances and people watching the tourists. We were enticed to the London Comedy club by a very nice lady giving out flyers in the street, where we spent an entertaining evening laughing at the four stand up comedians on the bill.
The day after we had a ride on the 74 bus to Chelsea harbour. Here we actually found English people, Londoners, albeit very posh ones, looking around the Design centre for expensive furniture and fabric for thier very expensive houses.
You would need a very strong house to support this marble bath!
We strolled around outside the ultra modern exterior
..and we popped into the Wyndham Grand Hotel, which is a nice place to stop for tea, overlooking the harbour.
Some good people watching.
No trip to London is complete without shopping so Monday afternoon was spent on Oxford street, buying a winter “capsule wardrobe” and in the evening we saw ” Cabaret” at the Savoy theatre. With Will young and Michelle Ryan
I had never seen Cabaret before and didn’t realise it was such a dark and sinister story about the decadence of Berlin in the 1930’s and the rise of the Nazis. The show does not exactly leave you with a feel good factor. Will Young as the nightclub owner, was very good, but could not quite hide his niceness playing this very sleazy character of and Michelle Ryan as Sally Bowles, the does not have the passion of Judy Garland. Still we enjoyed the show, all part of the London experience.
To be continued, tomorrow I go to Kensington Palace.
Love Denise
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I love the sheep. And "capsule wardrobe", that's what I'm going to say I'm doing next time I go shopping, sounds so much more professional and worthy!
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Hi Gwan, I liked the sheep too. Capsule wardrobe is the title of one of my unfinished posts! looks like all skinny pants, boots and big bags from the people here LOL!Have a good day.Love Denise.
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Interesting to hear a Northerner's take on the Southerners. Many of the teachers at the English school that my children attended in Switzerland were from Manchester, Liverpool or other areas in the North of England. I always loved their sense of humor and friendly ways, although I've got to admit that their pronunciation of some words was hard for me to decipher.I wish that I would have known that you were in London last week. It would have been wonderful to see you, even if it was only for a couple of minutes!
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Sorry we missed you too Mary Kay. You do realise that the way We speak English is the PROPER way, (although I draw the line at Liverpudlian!) and it is those corrupted southerners who have got it wrong. LOL!
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