Befriending pirates

Don't freak, but I may have finally understood this whole London business. I haven't said the word 'dollar' in four days, I turn door nobs in the right direction and now I am officially a recurrent jaywalking criminal. Well, if I've seen the police do it on more than one occasion, then I think it is safe to say it is not all entirely illegal.

This weekend has been fantastic. Sam has been a little - WAIT - lot a bit spoilt. Jamming out to Phantom of the Opera in the shower or on the bus is a teeny bit different than seeing it live! Although I immensely love making people near me on the way to uni feel uncomfortable with my... um, interesting... rendition of 'past the point of no return', you can't beat sitting in an audience watching every single word in your head sung with real justice.

Again jealous with the quality of the performances, Billy Elliot the Musical made me sob and laugh and sob again. Oh Billy, leap, leap, leap Billy! The cast was comprised of children that had such discipline and could undoubtedly sing and dance better than I could in ten years - but perhaps my singing and dancing ability would have grown in that period and therefore the gap between our talents would not be so embarrassing. Regardless, it was amazing and don't get me started on the set. Any play that has a spiral staircase appearing from the floorboards is a winner for me.

Now big drum roll. Best musical in the world: Les Miserable. My most favouritest (yes that is a word!). So to honor this piece of theater I will attempt to educate all those that don't know the play- through song! Well sort of. At the same time, most probably making a fool of myself to those who do know the musical. Entertaining regardless. I will aim to write the name of every song in Les Mis in a paragraph of slight cohesion. Ready: go!

In my life I look down because the master of the house dreamed a dream about dogs eating dogs. But this, lovely ladies, is the turning from empty chairs at empty table to a heart full of love. So at the end of the day, bring him home and hear the people sing about stars and a little fall of rain in the red and black sky. Drink with me my friends as I am on my own one day more in a castle on a cloud. Teach me a soliloquy about wedding chorale and Thenardier Waltz. Come to me....um... beggars at the feast...um. That's all I got. (p.s There are 23 songs; found them?). Ahem. Again Sam, excellent use of your time.

Oh yes, and I also met Johnny Depp.