(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
The fireworks last year were so spectacular, we decided to go back to Battersea Park for the Bonfire Night celebration again this year (on the Saturday before actual Guy Fawkes Day).
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.
I’ve never had a problem admitting I’m a bit of a Harry Potter fangirl (I have an entire category of this blog dedicated to it), and recently two new magical potions class experiences opened in London, so I just had to robe up and try my wand-hand at both. Continue reading
“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).