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Woolly says - I was ready at the crack of dawn, bandanas for all occasions and my woolly hat incase of bad weather. We were off on an adventure to the Capital of England, London. Well not all of us were off, Ian and Ollie had elected to stay back at base which left me under the tender ministrations of Jo and Zoe. Two and a half hours and only a sixteen minute delay and there we had arrived, my first view of the city, cars everywhere, buses by the dozen and tourists as far as the eye could see. Pulling the case behind us we set off to find our accommodation.
Like all big cities it is difficult to get a cheap bargain these days, I had found us a hostel, close to Russell Square tube. The Generator operates a £30.00 GBP per night bunk bed, shared toilet and shower lodging. Cheap and cheerful but clean and about all we needed for the next couple of nights. Booked in and bags dumped we hit the streets paved with gold!
Woolly says - I didn’t even have time to brush my fur before I was
hanging the strap and minding the gap. Before I knew it we were in Leicester Square, the place of theatre land. Our mission to find cheap tickets for tonight, any show considered. Options are limited when you do this so Wicked was out but we had choices and plumped for Jersey Boys, £20.00 GBP and we had our seats. With the evening sorted we took a stroll through Leicester Square itself, it’s a pretty amazing place, thronged with people we kept spotting yellow M and M bags. Was there a freebie on offer? Or just a rush on M and M’s in the city? All became clear when we spied a whole shop devoted to M and M’s – AWESOME. Four whole floors of products and sweets, we checked each and every one very carefully looking for a bargain or a sale rail none being forthcoming and with T Shirts averaging £20.00 GBP, sweets at £1.99 GBP per 100 grams we were very good and kept our pennies in our pockets.
The shop was definitely worth a look round and Woolly loved the larger than life M and M characters in cars, on Abbey Road and being
Beefeaters. The place smells entirely of chocolate and our tummies were starting to rumble.
Woolly says – Back to the tube, down millions of steps and escalators back up more steps and within five minutes we were in Covent Garden. My paws were already aching, these two were maniacs on a mission. Jo told me how the markets used to be a central point for the city and were famous for their flower stalls and other fresh produce on sale, today the area is full of shops and strange people painted silver, gold and bronze who spend the day sitting like statues, not blinking, moving or speaking, I think I could do that!!!!! The area is also famous for its Opera House, I looked round expecting to see an old intricately decorated building, I was a bit disappointed to find that it is a modern place with only a small part still reflecting back on its past glories. With no food in sight we were off again, onto the tube, back up and down stairs and escalators and back out to Leicester Square, these women are mad.
We could have eaten at Covent Garden
but the Chinese Quarter was calling and once we had found a ‘eat as much as you want’ buffet Woolly stopped moaning and we all tucked in, not a bad selection and I managed to do some serious damage to the salt and chilli prawns while Zoe and Woolly went full steam ahead with everything chicken. Full to bursting we set off to find the Prince Edward Theatre.
Woolly says – although a relatively short walk there were loads of shops to gaze into as we passed, souvenirs are the order of the day and buying anything with the words ‘I Love London’ wouldn’t be difficult. Passing Shaftsbury Avenue we spotted our venue and having arrived early we settled down for Cocktails at the bar next door, I tried Zoe’s Cosmopolitan but it was a little sour, while I could have seriously got my trunk into Jo’s Cuban Summer if she hadn’t kept moving it out of my way. We spent a pleasant time people watching and I got very excited when I realised that Russell Grant the astrologist was on the next table. Before I could ask for a predication he was off with a waiter
running down the road after him to get the bill paid! With curtain up upon us we climbed more stairs and made our way into the Gods of the theatre and settled down for the show.
None of us had a clue what to expect, based on the story of Frankie Valli and the four seasons, it was a case of we should know some of the songs and the rest would be something new for us.
Woolly says – it wasn’t bad, the American accents took a bit of getting used to and the early songs left us all a bit lost but we soon started to hear tunes that we knew. Jo was taken back to her teens when they sang Bye Bye Baby and started muttering about some boys called Bay City and tartan trews but then we were into Big Girls Don’t Cry and I love you Baby and we were all tapping away in time with the band. I enjoyed it and by the second half I was definitely more able to follow the storyline. With applause ringing in our ears back down the stairs we went, back onto
the underground up and down lifts and escalators until I finally staggered to our room and put my paws to bed. We only have two more days of this, I might need new ones before we get back at this rate.
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