Monday, January 16, 2012

The Three Tuns

We took a late afternoon walk into downtown Uxbridge to buy a few things at the Pound Store (everything costs 1 pound). Some things are 3 for 1 pound. 

Just a couple of doors down the street is the WHSmith store: office supplies downstairs and a book store upstairs. Also upstairs is the downtown post office (always a line of people there) and money exchange windows for converting currencies. The money exchange line was short, just two people, but the woman in front of me (in the red coat) had two big plastic bags of money and it took a while for the clerk to take care of her. Not that I was in a hurry.  


Downstairs in the office supplies area we bought some really cheap brushes and a set of 12 Watercolour Pencils and a small pad of Watercolour Paper. A great artist I know in Santa Fe says he uses the worst brushes he can find. Another artist told me he uses cheap brushes because when he sees art that's really great, he can say "Well sure, he probably uses good brushes. I could do that too if I had good brushes."

Decided to stop for dinner at The Three Tuns, a pub with great pub atmosphere, and good food. A "tun" is an old English unit of wine cask volume. Look closely and you can see three casks stacked in a pyramid, hanging above the tavern signage. Click a photo to see a larger version.



There's a small bar at street level when you first walk in. Stairs go down several steps to a larger bar below.  We ordered food upstairs then went downstairs to order pints of cider and join the patrons who obviously were placed there by a Hollywood casting agent for the benefit of any foreign tourists who happened to stop by. 

The bar maids are nice. There's a sign next to our table that reads "If you think your beer has too much head, tell us and we'll gladly top it up for you." Our cider doesn't have much of a head at all, and they pour the glasses so full that they almost spill over. I'm not a big drinker, but I'm willing to try.

An old photo from the late 1800s. The woman reminds me of someone.

Robin adds to our napkin art collection. Bravo. Good show. Captures the essence of the napkin art movement, I think.

One last old photo. Who IS that woman?


Drawing London


A great thing about being in the London area is there's an unlimited selection of things to sketch. So I've decided to sketch things that capture the essence of London. Like the chair drawing above. 

To quote a British artist I met in Santa Fe (imagine a posh British accent), "I think I've captured something heah (here)."

Fine Art Tip: Notice how I've artistically transformed an ordinary chair drawing into a modern masterpiece by cleverly adding mystical sparkly stuff all around it. 

Free Art Tip #2: If I add a Shakespeare quote, the mystical modern masterpiece becomes an intellectual mystical modern masterpiece. 

Why didn't anyone mention that in art school?

Robin is studying and researching Shakespeare stuff (hmmm, I think I hear the Mystery Science Theater theme music coming from her laptop). When she's though working we'll walk into town, pick up a couple of things, and stop by a pub for dinner. I'm thinking Metropolitan pub, Shepherd's Pie, and Strongbow cider.




Sunday, January 15, 2012

American Football in London

Both Wally and I are keeping up with the NFL Playoffs. 
Wally is a 49ers fan. As of a few minutes ago, I'm a loyal Green Bay Packers fan. In several more hours I might be a loyal New York Giants fan, if they beat the Packers.

In searching for an internet connection for watching the games, I subscribed to NFL Audio Pass in order to listen to playoff games. After subscribing, I saw a Game Pass subscription (for viewers outside the USA) to watch games live, so I subscribed to that also. When I tried to watch the Saints game last night, I discovered that viewers in the UK are blacked out and video is available SIX DAYS AFTER THE GAME!

I sent an email to the Game Pass support team saying this was not really useful for me and they responded within minutes, canceling my subscription and initiating a refund. 

Meanwhile, I'm listening to an audio feed of games as I watch a graph of the game plays on the NFL web site (below). I can choose which radio broadcast to listen to, the home team or the visiting team radio broadcast. 


The five-hour time difference between London and USA Eastern Standard Time makes for some very-late-night football, but when you're loyal like me, no personal sacrifice is too great. That's just how I roll. 

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Friday's London Photos

Sometimes the choice of seating on the train is unlimited.

Making a train connection at the Baker Street Station sends us deeper underground. The really deep tunnels have escalators. If you have a fear of escalators, you're outta luck.

Waiting for the train. Not very exciting. Unless you're from Santa Fe where this kind of fun is very limited.

Robin reads while I wait for the train doors to close.

I'm specializing in women-on-trains photography.

This guy is a street artist who stands there like a statue. His tie is permanently frozen in the wind-blown shape. Very cool. I put a pound in his bucket, took a photo, and said thanks. He winked.

It's almost midnight and the mass of hundreds of people in the background are all standing in line to get in to some hot, happening club. Probably some sort of vampire hangout. Everyone in the crowd in the background is young and wearing black. Most of the young women are wearing black miniskirts. I lucked into a shot of a young one being separated out from the colony by a predator. I hope she's OK... I'm sure if things turn bad, the other vampires will realize this guy is not wearing black and will teach him not to mess with the undead.

People waiting in line for a ticket to tomorrow's last performances of the "must-see" show Jerusalem.

One of the rooms in the Covent Garden Apple Store. Most of the store was very busy, but this area was very quiet.

I like to wear a dark wig when we do our ballet workouts. Just kidding, it's a poster in the Royal Opera House, also in Covent Garden.


Robin picks out a protective sleeve for her MacBook Air laptop at the Apple Store.

A food court at Covent Garden. I had the fish finger sandwich. Highly not-recommended.

What do you do when you visit an Apple Shrine? Tebow, of course.

China Town is adjacent to the Theatre District.


Before meeting Wally and Maria for pre-theater dinner, we dropped in to the W bar for a really expensive drink.


Jerusalem


What a great night. We met Wally and Maria for an early dinner at an Italian restaurant across the street from the Apollo Theatre. After dinner they hiked over to another theater to see Shrek (the musical).

Very high praise. As I shot this photo, a young man waiting in line for a Saturday matinee ticket said "Just 19 hours to go!" 

Unless I misunderstand, this review puts Rylance above Olivier.

Indisputable greatness. Damn! I'm glad Robin paid for the breakfast at Harry's Roadhouse.

Hymn to eccentricity. I was just getting ready to say that.

I'm trying to convince myself I actually saw this guy play Olivia in Twelfth Night. And believed it.

Interesting thing about that performance of Twelfth Night at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater): before the play started, the  actors brought dressing tables and mirrors onto the stage, then dressed and put on makeup onstage. And I still believed he was Olivia.

Bearing in mind that I haven’t seen a great number of stage performances, Mark Rylance’s performance as Rooster in Jerusalem was the most impressive I’ve ever seen.

Great writing certainly helped, but this guy was literally covered in sweat (real) and blood (fake) by the end of the play. Either he was totally exhausted at the end of the play, or he’s even better than I thought. 

The set is a forested area of the country, with Rooster’s dilapidated Airstream trailer taking up most of the stage. Wild parties with drugs and alcohol happen there every night with his posse of both young and older friends. Rooster is a rascal without any redeeming qualities other than being an outrageously shameless storyteller. 

At one point a friend confronts Rooster about his story that he once met a 90-foot Giant who claimed to have built Stonehenge. 

“You met a 90-foot giant who built Stonehenge?” 
“Yes, he said the weather was going to be dry all Spring, but he was full of crap, it rained like Hell all Spring. He said he built Stonehenge, but he could’ve lied about that.”

A three hour play with two intermissions, it was a memorable evening to say the least. I suspect I’m going to have a very hard time getting Rooster out of my head. Such as the opening scene when Rooster stumbles out of his Airstream trailer, totally hung over, turns on heavy rock music, stumbles and dances over to a metal water trough, puts a hand on each side and does a hand stand with his head under water (ice water) to sober up. Then he dances/stumbles over to a blender, pours in a container of milk, an egg, some sort of clear liquid from a vodka or gin bottle, adds some kind of powder, then chugs the entire concoction in several gulps. Holy crap. This is the first two minutes.

When Wally and Maria saw the performance on New Year’s Eve, Rylance ended the curtain call by leading the audience in singing Auld Lang Syne.

At the end of last night’s curtain calls, Rylance gave a very nice acknowledgment to the young boy that played his son, praising his emotional intensity “that is golden to fellow actors.”

A prince of a guy. 

The Apollo Theatre was built in 1901.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Jerusalem Notes

Why is the play named Jerusalem? 

Jerusalem is a hymn based on William Blake’s poem And Did Those Feet in Ancient Time.
The hymn serves as an unofficial British National Anthem, similar to the role of America the Beautiful in the USA.

The last verse goes like this:

Bring me my bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.

Even though “green and pleasant land” is pretty bland compared to “purple mountains’ majesty,” the “chariot of fire” line gets bonus points.

Reading the program notes for Jerusalem:
The Mark Rylance character, Rooster, is “a post-modern Puck, a dangerous spirit of the old world and the new, leading the children astray, telling them stories, a story himself.”

The Rooster character (Rylance) is compared to the ancient traveling storytellers, gleomen or scopmen as they were known.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Jerusalem Ticket Miracle

I don't mean to get Tebow on you here, but:

At 5:37 this afternoon Robin checked her email and received a message from her secret source (Theatre Throat) saying a second ticket had become available for Friday night's production of Jerusalem, starring Mark Rylance (Saturday night is the last performance).

The email said that Theater Throat had obtained one extra ticket and could hold it until 5:30 (it was two minutes too late already). Robin tried to email TT, then called the secret number and spoke to the mysterious TT. The ticket was still available, so barring any unforeseen circumstances, both of us will be attending the performance tomorrow night.

We'll go into town early to claim the tickets, explore, and visit an Apple Store, probably the one in Covent Garden. We also plan to go to the British Library, which is next to the beautiful and very cool St. Pancras Station, and also Eat.St (a collection of mobile eateries on London's newest street, Kings's Boulevard, that's getting good reviews).

Hmmm, I just googled St. Pancras and noticed that St. Pancras to Brussels is a 1 hour 41 minute train ride. That's barely longer than the train ride from Santa Fe to Lamy. Gotta go now to pencil another item into the calendar.


Meanwhile, I'm getting psyched about seeing Rylance's performance as Johnny "Rooster" Byron.