Now how random is this post title?
It makes perfect sense though, then I tell you that I made kick-ass homemade meatball subs for dinner on Friday and that Katy and I went to see Wicked in London today.
The subs were nummylicious! Take herbed pork meatballs, brown them and then simmer them in tomato sauce with lots of basil for 30 minutes. Slice open some nice baguette, dress with sliced havarti and then smother in meatballs in tomato sauce. Serve and enjoy but we warned, it’s a messy meal :)
Wicked? was good. I’d booked some tickets for the matinee today. We took the train to Tottenham Hale and the tube to Victoria. We got some food from M&S and had some tea at the station. The timing worked out well because as soon as we’d finished our tea, Victoria station was evacuated. The rumour was a bomb, but it was more probably just some idiot tourist leaving his bags unattended and the powers that be making too much about it.
We went for a bit of a walk but we didn’t go far. We ended up at a small belgian cafe having fresh waffles :) The smell suckered us in.
After a very satisfying snack, we went back to the theater to pick up the tickets from the box office. I have to say that we were not impressed with the theater organization. There was a “line” to get the tickets but, once we were almost at the head of it, some overly-polished junior manager-type told everybody that they had to go outside and line along the outer wall of the theater. So of course everybody rushed out and we? were stuck at the back of the new line. So this message goes to the management of the Apollo Victoria theater: fuck you, you suck!
The show itself was fun. I had to real expectations or idea what the show would be like. It was really fun because it took the well-known Judy Garland story and turned it on its head. The wicked witch of the west is actually a very nice girl with a kick-ass signing voice. I had two critiques about the show. The first is that some of the musical numbers with the whole cast were very loud and musically un-coordinated (and the acoustics of the place aren’t ideal). The second critique has nothing to do with the show and all to do with the stupidly big party of stupidly big (and loud, annoying, smelly and generally unpleasant) asian lads that monopolized the seats in front and next to us. They just made the experience less pleasant than it could have been.
The nordic girl sitting next to me who showed me half her butt when she got up at the end of the show was an unexpected bonus though (her jeans had ridden down something fierce!).
We got back home, had prawn, bacon and pea risotto for dinner and Katy is now inflicting some weird documentary about speed eaters and how they can train for their competitions. They mentioned a woman who ate 64 eggs in 6 minutes. What we have here is a failure to communicate, indeed ;)
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