M and I have had a good run of both, lately, mostly as audience members. (Fun fact: We actually met in a college class called Comedy, Tragedy, and Religion. We watched Monty Python’s Life of Brian and fell in love.)
First, I was lucky to get free tickets to a taping of Live at the Apollo, the famous British stand-up comedy series recorded at the Apollo Hammersmith.
“Halt! Who comes there?”
“Queen Elizabeth’s keys.”
“Pass then, and all is well.”
That is the exchange my dad and I heard last night at the Tower of London, which has been spoken nearly every night there for over 700 years (though obviously the monarch’s name has changed).
Last night I had the amazing opportunity to be in the studio audience for a recording of Comedy Central’s Live at the Comedy Store. Just a typical Monday night, right?
Tonight M and I attended the annual Handel’s Messiah concert at St Paul’s Cathedral. It’s a free but ticketed event, and the tickets are snapped up as soon as they become available.
The Wimbledon tennis championships are a big deal here, as you may have guessed, and I really wanted to go. Turns out it’s not so easy to get tickets. You have to put your name in sometime before Christmas and hope you get lucky, or else have a connection to get you tickets. And if you don’t get tickets ahead of time, you join The Queue.
There are a whole bunch of rules about queuing for Wimbledon tickets, but in a nutshell, you have to get there really, really early, or even camp there overnight. This is not really an option for mothers of young children.