October 6, 2022 Another day, another play, plus an unanticipated, but great meal. Still working on making these posts shorter.

My conscience has gotten the best of me. Yesterday I chose not to write about something. The fact I made a complete mess of our journey to the theater where Come From Away was playing. My sole job is to get us to the theater on time.. It was another short easy walk to the theater, or at leas it should have been. It was a case of going left when I should have gone right, not once but twice. Let me just say that when I realized we were almost to Leicester Square, when we should have been a long way from there, Linda let me know just how unhappy with me she was. In the end all was well as far as I was concerned as we arrived with plenty of time for Linda to get her gin and tonic.

The photo is not from yesterday, it does however illustrate how easy it is in London to always know where you are. Up above each of the red trucks is a sign, note the red bas and black lettering in the white background. That is the name of the street heading off into the distance, and every intersection has those signs. I had no excuse. According some of the words Linda was uttering when we were approaching the theater it is obvious if I value certain parts of my anatomy, that situation will never, ever occur again.

Today, for the first time, we used the underground to travel to the theater. Of course I had to once again incur the wrath of she who has put up with her idiot husband for almost 55 years. I got off at the wrong underground station even though she was telling me it was the wrong station. For the life of me I can’t explain why i did it other than I had a death wish. Since I am writing this, obviously that did not come true, But for a few minutes standing on the platform, I made sure to have my back up against the station wall so there was no chance of anything happening. A happy camper she definitely wasn’t., but a very lucky man I was.

Today’s play. We later decided this was our 5th time seeing it over the years.

Just as almost always, 6th row back from the stage, and near the center. We know the seats we like.

I know what long time readers are thinking. That is Linda’s double gin and tonic she always has, but what is that other drink and who is drinking it. After today’s near brush with death at the Covent Garden Underground station, I decided I needed something to “calm me down”. For the life of me I can not say why I ordered something I have never had before and didn’t even like when I tasted it, a double Jack and soda. Oh, I do know why I ordered the double, I don’t really like Jack Daniels and I absolutely don’t like soda water. I can only chalk it up to the recent near death experience still affecting my cognitive abilities. All I can say is, Never Again. For messing out our travel to the theater and drinking that awful concoction.

Selfie. You can tell I am still in shock. Linda has that twisted evil smile knowing the next time I do it will definitely be the last time.

The stalls bar. I should have gone with a double, double Glenlivet. A note about the play. This was a revival of the original play we had seen of previous trips to London. Trying to be kind I will say it wasn’t very good. The actor playing Frankie Valli was okay singing with the group, but by himself, and especially acapella it was bad. The female singing “My Boyfriend is Back” was to put it nicely, atrocious. We’ve seen some bad plays during the years and this one was up there among them due to the actors, not the play itself. I must say the band did an excellent job, to bad the singers didn’t match them.

The theater was just off Trafalgar Square. If you don’t know why the square is so named and a statue of Admiral Lord Nelson towers over it, those two name are worth looking up as the history of the world might have been completely different. Parlez-vous français ?

Nothing special about this photo other than there is just just something about London that reaches into my soul. It is truly one of the world’s great cities and we love every minute that we spend here. (Even if I do sometimes get us lost.)

I think in these posts I failed to mention our Life guide, Sara N. Dippity. Walking back from the theater ( took a wrong turn and we missed the Underground station, but actually walking was just as quick as taking the Underground) we passed a Pizza Hut and Linda said we should have a pizza for dinner. We both agreed the garbage Pizza Hut serves was not what we had in mind, when just a few doors later we happened on an Zizzi’s. Zizzi’s is one of those places that grew from a single pizza place over twenty years ago to some 130 restaurants in the UK and Ireland today. It is the only place we eat pizza in the UK because they do pizza right.

Crispy thin crusts with a good helping of toppings. No deep dish or thick crust crap here, Linda went vegetarian, I went goat cheeses with caramelized onions and we both went out the door and back to the apartment very, very happy. By the way, their pasta crisps show in the first photo are out of this world.