It Started With A Tweet

For countless months I had wanted to watch the stage version of Les Misérables in London. The only barriers being location, cost and, significantly, someone to go with. I didn't hold much hope of ever being able to see the production. Then this happened:

This was followed by an erratic Facebook conversation between the two of us as we tried to work out how we would make this a reality. I did my research, found a suitable date in half term, located a hotel not too far from the theatre and worked out our individual transport routes. Now all that remained was to convince my parents that I was indeed responsible enough to look after my baby brother for two days in London without him coming to any harm. I booked the tickets that evening.

I met my brother at Victoria Coach Station at midday last Saturday; having last seen him at Christmas, it was wonderful to be reunited. From there we made the trek to Shaftesbury Avenue, catching up along the way. Throughout the weekend it was brilliant to see Jake soak in everything that London had to offer, from the theatre right down to just taking the tube, these were all new experiences for him. After picking up our tickets, we wandered through Chinatown. As it was the weekend of Chinese New Year, the streets were alive with music and jubilation; it was fantastic to be part of that atmosphere, even if just for a moment.

We headed to Oxford Street for a spot of shopping (these things being essential to any trip to London, of course) before heading for dinner at Pizza Express. Jake was aghast at the lack of cheese on my pizza: 'That's not a pizza, that's an overgrown forest!' Ah, brothers.

With an hour to kill before the show, I took Jake down to Embankment to see the view. Queue a couple of very tourist-y shots. #sorrynotsorry

The show that evening was brilliant. I feed off the pre-show buzz in the theatre as everyone takes to their seats, giddy with anticipation for the event about to take place, I love it. I am truly in awe of everyone involved in bringing a stage production to life; from the actors on stage doing a stellar job night after night, to the stage designers who create works of brilliance, to all the technicians making the show run smoothly each performance. There is a huge amount of work going into what you see on stage and boy, does it pay off. When the curtains came down it was hard to not feel a little lost, knowing that I wouldn't be experiencing something of that magnitude again for a long time. If you have the means to, I really encourage you to go to a performance of Les Misérables, you won't regret it.

The following day I had a few hours to kill before meeting a friend for lunch. I'd seen my brother off on his coach and decided to make the most of my time alone by heading to the British Museum. One of the main galleries I visited was Living and Dying, this explored different cultural approaches to the challenges we face in life across the globe. It was good to spend a reflective couple of hours there.

I rounded off my weekend by being treated to lunch at Liberty by the lovely Cathy. With two years since last seeing each other, we spent the entire time chatting like mad to catch up. Such an indulgent and lovely way to end the weekend.

Until next time, London.