Another weekend has already come and gone! It's crazy to think we've been here for almost three weeks. This last week was full of adventures and crazy weather, but The Wife of course is working on documenting it all at her blog. As for me, I have just a couple of highlights I would like to mention here. The first took place Monday last.
Some people believe that love dies. Some people believe it never dies. Sometimes I think that in some cases, it should. Take, for example, Andrew Lloyd Webber's latest foray into musical theatre, the ill-conceived "standalone" sequel to (love it or hate it) the undeniably ultra-popular The Phantom of the Opera. Of course, I have listened to the soundtrack for Love Never Dies many times, and had formulated the opinion that it has a few really nice songs and a severely ridiculous story (CliffsNotes version: Ten years later, Phantom has taken up residence in Coney Island and runs a freakshow/burlesque house/opera stage, is still in love with Christine, tricks her into coming to sing an "aria" he has written, she brings along her now scoundrel husband Raoul and her musically gifted ten-year-old son Gustave, Meg is now a hoochie dancer/who-knows-what-else, not to mention in love with the Phantom, who is suddenly incredibly alluring and in no way threatening, all is unveiled and heaving drama ensues), so some people have wondered why I would put down the required pounds to see this programme. The answer is manifold. Julie and I had been talking about the few positives and many negatives to this whole Phantom 2 thing for several months, sure we would never have a chance to see it whether we wanted to or not. When Julie told me she had been picked to come to London, she broke the news by saying we should go see Love Never Dies... IN LONDON!!!1 So, since we're here, and since it's new, and since it's still featuring the original cast, and since we managed to find discounted tickets, we were glad to see it. Bottom line: The story was expectedly ridiculous (some of the characters suffer harshly, particularly Raoul and Meg, all in the name of making the Phantom suddenly and inexplicably appealing), but some of the music was actually rather breath-taking, owing in great part to the actually rather exquisite cast (we both agreed we would love to see this cast in the original, in which evidently they have all played). The Phantom and Christine's respective solo numbers were particularly jaw-dropping. Sierra Boggess FTW! The Wife has posted some videos of their performances of the pieces we loved on her blog, so you should look there to watch them too.
Second, we took a day trip last Saturday to three landmarks. Under the able guidance of tour guide Celia, we visited Windsor Castle in the morning, which was ornate and elegant.
So there you have it! From the ridiculous to the sublime. This week is going to be busy with work projects and one more move, but we are looking forward to the events that are to come. I enjoy running through Regent's Park every morning, past the London Zoo where I'm almost sure to see some sort of wild animals in their pens, or perhaps where I may be interviewed by a camera crew about my running shoes. Always something unexpected around here.