We went to Westminster Abbey today. It was so impressive. They didn’t allow pictures inside, but basically it was like a big old cemetery covered with stone and stained glass. It was dedicated as an abbey on 12/28/1065 and has been used for, I think, every coronation since William the Conqueror on 12/25/1066. It was cluttered with the tombs of lots of dead people. Everywhere you looked there was another crypt for a dead British ruler I.e. Elizabeth I, Mary I, Henry VII, Edward I, Mary Queen of Scots, etc. There are also about 120 writers, poets, actors, musicians and artists memorialized or buried here in Poet’s Corner. Also here we saw the Coronation Chair where every future king/queen has sat on their coronation day since 1301. All this makes me wish I knew more about British history because I am sure there are some cool backstories behind their deaths, I.e. beheadings, revolts, traitors, etc. You know the British and their nobility out for blood so they themselves could claim the throne. I am glad I am not the Queen. The thought of my brother, Bob, in the middle of the night trying to strangle me so he could conquer the throne just gives me the creeps. Besides, he wouldn’t make a good King anyhow! LOL Just kidding Bob!
We had decided to do a show while in London. Of course there were lots of choices like Wicked, Spamalot, Chicago, The Lion King, Les Miserables, etc, but we didn’t want just any show. Ryan recommendation, after talking to us for the last few days, was for Avenue Q, and he couldn’t have been more dead on of the something crazy we wanted to see. It was this musical that had Muppets in it, loosely based on Sesame Street characters, but they weren’t “G-Rated” Muppets, they were like “R Rated” Muppets singing about internet porn, closeted homosexuals and how everybody is a “little bit racist”. There was even muppet sex. It was flippin hilarious. You should check out their web site. I think they have bits of their silly songs on there.
After the play went to the Tate Modern (no photos inside). We had tried to make it there yesterday before closing, but despite riding the bus and getting off at 4 different stops we never found it. Today I decided not to use the buses and used Millennium Bridge and the Thames River as landmarks. Modern art is not my thing, but Chris loved it. There were weird rooms everywhere. One I particularly remember was this one area where one lady collected all her personal/junk mail and scraps of paper that she had written on for a year and at the exhibition would read them aloud and then black out all the personal information and then tack it somewhere on the four walls of this small room. It did look like chaos, but I kept thinking that either she must be some kind of recluse or maybe British people don’t get as much junk mail as Americans, because I could have covered those walls probably 4 times over with all the crap I get in the mail. I truly feel sorry for my postmaster!