pray tomorrow takes me higher, higher

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1. It was awesome to see my dad again. I've missed him so damn much; he's just nice to spend time with.


2. London is my city. Well, obviously it's not, but I love it. I love it so much. If cities were fandoms, London would be the fandom that presses all my buttons in all the best ways and the one I've loved the longest, despite all its faults. In short, LONDON.

2a. However, the Christmas lights in Oxford Street were disappointing. I like our Leicester ones better (I really should take pictures, just to show you how *pretty* Leicester looks, done up for Christmas).

2b. One a different note, what was up with the Danish people? Behind me in the half-price ticket booth queue, next to me in Starbucks, behind me in the theatre, in the restuarant, in Waterstones, in the British Museum giftshop, at Baker Street tube station. A lot of Danish people.

2c. Danish people really need to learn how to act in a theatre. See 4.


3. The London Eye was amazing. And scary, because me and heights aren't the best of friends. But it was amazing, and since we had a tour guide, educational. Even if some of the things she said were wrong (like the hell did Florence Nightingale nurse in the second world war - try Crimean War1). But for a trivia geek, it was good. And pretty. Even if it was *pouring*; London may be dirty and grey and polluted, but it's still one of the most incredible things on this planet. Apparently, though, when it's clear you can see Canada Place (or, you know, the buildings). Which would've been pretty cool, since that's where my dad used to work

3a. Speaking of trivia geeks,Think Books are for the win. My dad bought me the London one to go with my literary one. ♥


4. Dad made me buy tickets for We Will Rock You at the Dominion (a lot of forcing was involved, as you can imagine). Been to see it before (we both have, but then again, we've also seen Joseph 9 times between us and Les Miserables 14 times. Obviously, we don't like variation. Or something). Anyway! It was amazing. I got shivers at the opening (it's Innuendo blasted so loud the theatre *vibrates*. Oh yes.) and thankfully, the man playing Galileo was far better than Tony Vincent who played him last time I saw it. He was adorable and had an incredibly strong voice and was basically what would happen if Seth from the O.C. and Owen Harper had a child together. And Scaramouche was, as usual, amazing. Her voice boomed - they had to turn down her mike after the first song, which was vaguely amusing. And the thing I love about this musical (apart from the sexy. Oh, the sexy. And the dystopia. Dystopia = my thing.) is that the most awesome role? Clearly Scaramouche (and maybe the Killer Queen. Hm.). She's sarcastic and snarky and so damn vunerable.

And sexy. I keep having to come back to the sexy, but Who Wants to Live Forever? just does something to me. Of course, the whole thing is insanely sexy and proud of it, and uses it and I just like the musical, okay? It's cheesy and goes for cheap laughs and is big and arrogant and wonderful. My kind of musical.

4a. I really, really need to do my thesis on dystopias.

4b. Guys? Seriously? In the West End we 'whoo'. We clap loudly. We whistle and cheer and do standing ovations and we do the damn clapping during 'We Will Rock You'. I know that in Denmark, going to the theatre is A Big Deal. It's serious. And I'm not suggesting you start clapping along during an opera (or even Les Mis, really), or that you 'whoo' and wolf whistle during Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. But musicals, particularly comic musicals, like this one, are a different beast and should be treated as such. Please. It's more fun for everyone involved.

4c. Speaking of fun - the 60+ lady next to me who was singing along, clapping and squeeing every time a song started. Yay!

4d. Incidentally, what was with the het buzz I got this weekend? (see 6)


5. The British Museum is awesome. But it is distinctly lacking in dinosaur skeletons.

5a. Why, yes, I am going to see Night at the Museum.


6. The Daily Show on CNN! At 1 am! The night before I had to be up at 8. Never mind, it was awesome to see it again - particularly since it was the episode about the midterm elections. I do like a big cup of glee once in a while.

6a. Continuing in the vein of things-what-I-saw-on-TV-at-ungodly-hours: Torchwood, 'Countrycide'. Which was gleeful. I know Owen is generally seen as an irredeemable twat, but he and Gwen? Really hot. Really, really hot, particularly the tree scene. However, they also managed adorable by way of fucked up, and the whole not-quite-UST vibe that Owen was giving off during the episode worked for me. Whoo, boy, did it ever. Also, that boy has a pretty, pretty mouth.

Tosh is currently my favourite character (just due to the first scene, where they were discussing kissing, and she looked so sad and left-out? Mm-hm-yeah.). Jack is annoying me (seriously? you let your entire team split up? way to go. idiot.) Ianto is sad and woobie-like, but due to knowing about Cyberwoman, I'm not feeling that sorry for him. The look that passed between him and Jack was interesting though.

6b. Yes, I am downloading the show. Shut up.


7. I miss home, but I love Leicester. It's not directly related to London, just something I realized while there. Leicester - made from shiny. Not as much shiny as London, but definite shiny.


8. I now own a Sherlock Holmes poster and an impressionistic print of Holmes and Watson at home in 221B, which looks incredibly warm and cosy and domestic.

8a. The Sherlock Holmes museum is just eons of cool, it really is.


9. I have an iPod. It is slim and sexy and black and currently named Scaramouche. I feel like me again!


10. This weekend was made from happiness and win.

1. I guess it might make sense if you were a Jasper Fforde fan. Though it still wouldn't quite work out timeline-wise.



In other news: Home. Tired. Still happy about life. I'm actually just kind of surfing on some kind of high, so that even now, when I'm tired and a little cranky and worried about Cathrine, who's sick, I find myself grinning randomly to myself. It must be Christmas coming.

Which is why tomorrow, there will be tinsel. And it will be tacky. And so damn good1.

1. Other people rebel against their parents with sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. I rebel against my mother by decorating with tinsel. Bad ass, that's me.