Sunday, 27 January 2008

Spamalot and Other Palaces of Delight

Our Christmas present from our daughter and son-in-law was (were?) tickets for Monty Python's Spamalot. This naturally elicited whoops of joy from the lucky recipients, who planned a princely day out in London which happened yesterday.

The Great Wen treated us to bright sunshine and blue sky when we emerged from Warren Street tube station. It made Tottenham Court Road look picturesquely scruffy rather than depressingly drab, but we didn't care - we were off to our first Palace of Delights: Waterstone's in Gower Street.

Having parked my non-bookish husband in the basement coffee shop with a latte and the Saturday paper, I wended (wound?) my way upstairs to the secondhand department, an Aladdin's Cave to a bookaholic whose purse is never big enough to buy all she would like. I was only constrained in my purchases by what we could carry, but I was delighted with my Catch of the Day (see end of post).

Then we walked down Gower Street, passing RADA, The School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, and various houses with blue plaques, including this one for Millicent Garrett Fawcett,

until we reached our next Palace, the British Museum.

The BM's current blockbuster exhibition is The First Emperor: China's Terracotta Army but here lack of forward planning (viz. not checking to see if we needed to book) meant the only disappointment of the day (or an excuse to come back again soon). We won't make the same mistake with Hadrian: Empire and Conflict which opens on 24 July.

And so, we retreated, chins quivering, to console ourselves with coffee in the lightsome and elegant Great Court


before heading to our favourite parts of the BM: the King's Library


and the Rooms containing Lindow Man, the Vindolanda Tablets and the Sutton Hoo Ship Burial.

After a brisk stroll down Charing Cross Road (so many bookshops, so little time), lunch was had in the National Portrait Gallery's rather poky basement caff, whose filthy cutlery we hesitated to complain about for fear of being responsible for a Pythonesque mass staff suicide.

Having recovered from this trauma, we ambled through the galleries in a roughly chronological fashion, but barely reached the 19th century before it was time to set off for the theatre. It was thrilling to see our history through the people who made it, and the NPG never fails to delight and enthrall. I should add that I'm a bit of a philistine where Great Art is concerned, rather like Tony Hill who memorably said in a recent episode of Wire in the Blood: "I don't know anything about art. I don't even know what I like." Hmm. I think I like Rembrandt and Turner and Vermeer, but I've no idea why. So the National Gallery round the corner from the NPG in Trafalgar Square is somewhere I know I ought to visit, but rarely do.

Our final Palace of Delights actually had "palace" in its name: The Palace Theatre in Shaftesbury Avenue, facing on to Cambridge Circus. Here it is in all its glory. rather like many-tower'd Camelot (although it was built in the 1890s by Richard D'Oyly Carte).

Spamalot was a hoot from start to finish, a panto for grown-ups, a comical send-up of musicals in general and a genuine olde rippe-offe of Monty Python and The Holy Grail, complete with the clip-clop coconuts, the Knights Who Say "Ni", the French Taunters and the added bonus of Always Look on the Bright Side of Life tacked on from Life of Brian, lo, even unto the audience singalong at the end. Oh, and the voice of John Cleese as God. We wondered how they would do King Arthur's dismembering fight with The Black "it's only a scratch" Knight. Ingenious. Side-splitting. Do see it if you get the chance.

Only make sure you don't get seats with the tallest man in the world sitting in front of you, and behind you the woman who does the world's loudest braying donkey impressions (was she part of the act?).

And finally, here's my Catch of the Day, all from Waterstones's Secondhand Department except for Paths of Exile which arrived in the post whilst we were out. And presiding over all is Henry, the Intellectual Indian Runner Duck. You can't see in the photo but he's wearing specs and is carrying a book and an apple. And a tag with his name on it on a piece of string round his neck. In case he get so absorbed in his book he forgets who he is. A bit like me, really.

6 comments:

Carla said...

That sounds like a packed day! Forward planning wouldn't have helped you much with the Terracotta Army exhibition. I've tried to book tickets for it two or three times and all the BM site ever seems to have available is half-hour slots just before closing time. I know they were taken by surprise by the massive demand, so I guess they sold every ticket in the first week. With a bit of luck Hadrian won't be so oversubscribed! Hope you enjoy the Catch of the Day. I didn't know Waterstone's had a secondhand department. I bet that's a difficult place to tear yourself away from!

Kirsten Campbell said...

A second hand section in Waterstone's? Sounds like a treasure trove! I suppose it's a good thing the branch in Sauchiehall Street doesn't have one; I'd never be out of it...

That does indeed sound like a wonderful trip. It's too bad you didn't get to see the Terracotta Army. Lucky, I suppose, that the British Museum doesn't let you stay disappointed for too long. I remember getting lost in it (albeit very happily) when I was down in London last year! Hoping there isn't such a stampede for the Hadrian exhibition.

Sarah Cuthbertson said...

Hi Carla and Kirsten
There don't seem to be any tickets left to book for the Terracotta Army now, alas. We'll probably have to get there for 0915 and try to grab two of the 500 available on the day only. That'll be a bun (or dim-sum) fight, I bet! Gower St Waterstones is the only branch I know of that has a secondhand department. I'd be bankrupt if I lived any nearer to it.
Re: the Hadrian exhibition - tickets go on sale on 6 February so I wouldn't wait too long to book if I were you! I know I shan't.

Sandra said...

Yes, a visit to London is in order and Hadrian will be visited. Along with King Tut with a bit of luck. Better get me skates on!

Gabriele C. said...

I've never been to London, but the Hadrian exhibition would be such a fine excuse. Anyone got tomorrow's lottery numbers? I keep crossing off the wrong ones. :)

Sarah Cuthbertson said...

Gabriele
If you're able to get to London for the Hadrian exhibition at the British Museum, there's lots of Roman, Dark Ages and early medieval stuff also in the BM -- and at the Museum of London