Oh my God, oh my God. I’ve broken Lentmas. The SHAME! The shame. In my defense, I took up an 8 hour shift at work on Sunday and had a roast dinner waiting for me at home, then I was so knackered I treated myself to an early night.
You know why I was so tired though? I went to London on a spontaneous day out!
Mum and I were sat at home on Friday night wondering what to do with our weekend. It’s so rare that I have a Saturday and a Sunday off, so we wanted to make the most of it! I was perusing WhatsOnStage just for a bit of fun, and found a pair of tickets for The Book Of Mormon for £150. Considering in New York Anna and I met a man who’d scored two tickets for The Book Of Mormon on Broadway for $500, I was so shocked to find these so cheap! So in a moment of madness we booked them.
Where we live in Worcestershire is miles away (not to mention a 3-hour train journey) from the hustle and bustle of London. We got in at about 11:50, just in time to grab some lunch before we could pick up our tickets at 2. Off the back of a recommendation from one of Mum’s friends, we headed to Covent Garden in pursuit of the Brown’s there. We had a Brown’s in Reading, but I never made it there in my three years as a student. Start as you mean to go on, apparently, because we didn’t find it on Saturday either!
Instead, we found a lovely pub below the market called Punch & Judy. I had an Aspall’s to drink and chicken & chorizo pie with chips and peas. Unusual, but 10/10 would eat again. I don’t have an Instagram-worthy photo of my food to insert here because it was actually raining all the way through our lunch and we sat in the outside seating area so everything was a little bit damp and windswept.
After wandering the markets a bit (Mum bought a lovely silver sunflower ring from a lovely lady on one of the stalls), we made our way to the Tube station and onto the theatre. This wasn’t before discovering the perils of Covent Garden tube station, where we climbed the 193 ’emergency’ stairs and realised *just* how far underground the trains run! It was more than enough exercise for at least the next 47 years.
So, the show. It was INCREDIBLE. South Park is my favourite TV show, but to have the minds of Trey Parker and Matt Stone in musical form was something I didn’t know I needed until it was right in front of me. I get that their sick sense of humor is not for everyone, but if you get your laughs from things a little off the cuff (read: a musical based entirely on mocking the Mormon faith, with gags about genital mutilation, homosexuality and AIDS throughout, among others) then you’ll really enjoy it. I’ll hold my hands up and say I did!
I’ve learned to appreciate everything other than the story too, when it comes to theatre – the artistic talent that goes into building the sets and the fluidity of the crew interchanging between them was a pleasure to watch. I don’t know much about the technicalities behind the scenes, but The Book Of Mormon used these devices to its full advantage to create some sharp, laugh-out-loud moments with perfect comedic timing.
Finally, the music. Although some of the songs need to be seen and heard in the context of the plot to be appreciated fully, I do have a few favourites that are funny, catchy and have been going round my head for the past four days. Here’s my current favourites: Take It Off and All-American Prophet:
Once the show sadly came to an end, we headed straight back to Paddington to grab a Nero’s (I will forever make the most of the employee discount) and get the 6pm train home. Turns out spontanaity takes it out of you a bit, and we were both knackered. Next time, we’ll get up much earlier and actually make the most of our time in London, because I always have so much fun there!
Anyway. Until tomorrow,