I’m rewinding back to May for this post. (I’m no longer fussed about chronology on this increasingly sporadic blog of mine. As I say to my kids, you get what you get and you don’t get upset.)
To go along with the annual Chelsea Flower Show, the King’s Road and its cross streets, along with Sloane Square and Duke of York Square, get a floral makeover for a week, called ‘Chelsea in Bloom.’
(I was going to title this “Kicking off Christmas,” but I realised that is a very American thing to say, as here “kicking off” means starting to throw a fit. So I revised to something that sounds a lot more British.)
This is our third Christmas season in London. Yes, Christmas, not holiday season; the holiday season here means summer vacation; and even though in general I find this a very tolerant melting pot of a city, Brits don’t seem to be concerned about religious political correctness surrounding Christmas the way Americans are, hence every public school child performs in a nativity play, and no one seems bothered by it. Continue reading
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?