Having done two presentations during the day I left for Kastrup to fly SAS to London City Airport on Thursday. It was sooo civilised – and I haven't been spoilt with that flying these past two years. We had assigned seats, the plane wasn't full to the brim, people didn't act like a herd of rampant cattle, I was allowed a paper. Those small things that make all the difference. I fellt grown up – in a good way. Landing at LCY was delightful. The decent was outright cool; suddenly your flying low above London – behold the Barbican and Linus' office, hello Gherkin, oooo Limehouse, soon to be home, oh-oops are we going to land in the water? No, we managed to reach dry land. Then the trip into Bank took 25 min and cost around £2. Sweet love. Linus meet up with me at Bank and we continued to the West End since we had tickets for the evening show of Les Misérables. Hihi! I have a long running love story with this musical. Mum and Dad went to London in 1986 to celebrate their 25th anniversary and they went to see it bringing back a tape with selected music from the show. Listed to it and my Dad telling the story and I loved it and learned the songs off by heart. As I was approaching my 15th birthday we went to London and I got to experience it for myself. It felt like coming home and I was so happy. That X-mas (I think) I was given the CD with the complete soundtrack and I listed to it in much the same way I had the tape. Now, a short time before my 28th birthday, I got to see it once again. Happiness. I must admit I found Javert's part being sung too much in staccato, Marius being portrayed by a wimp and the tempo all through being too fast and hurried. And horror! They had removed the solo number of Gavroche (which is a crime) but this didn't diminish my experience. Mmmmm...
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