Goodness, my absence was literally tangible, but I have a good reason...as unbusy as this blog was, twice as busy my life has been in the past days, as I moved countries. Yes, you read correctly. Bye, bye, Britain for now and hello again, Austria.
But before I tell you about my exhausting last days and give you a resume of the past year, I would like to tell you about my last weekend in Britain. The weekend before this one, I went to see Wicked, which makes me immensely proud because I genuinely thought I wouldn't be able to do that anymore before I leave. I went up to London on Saturday (the weekend where Strawberry Hill train station was closed and I had to take the freaking bus...thank you Southern Train Lines for NOTHING) and bought a ticket for the evening show. They play it in the Victoria Theatre nearby Victoria Station and I must say it is quite a peculiar theatre. They only have stalls and one circle which is gigantic and reaches very far back. I sat in the last possible row and was so far away from the stage that I literally felt as if I was watching TV, but I had a good, unrestricted sight. Now to the musical...it was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! Really, if you have time in London and have to choose between one of the shows, either go and see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory or Wicked, they are both price-worthy and mind-blowing. The singing was incredible (thank you, Rachel Tucker, you were amazing as Elphaba and your voice could bring peace to earth, seriously, when you sang Defying Gravity, I had to cry) and the staging was brilliant, too. The only negative thing I have to say - and I have already ranted about it in a past entry - was that a little boy was sitting behind me and could hardly conceal his excitement - and had no problem informing everyone in the vicinity how excited he was. I mean, it is great that a little boy can get so exhilarated by musicals, but I can do without the audio commentary, thank you very much. Another thing that bugs me up to this day is that I bought a stupid programme. Every time I tell myself I have to stop buying these because they're expensive and boring and don't even inform you about the plot or what the show is actually about. Still, every time I talk myself into the idea that I simply NEED to buy this programme to remember the show. Such bullshit, the stupid Wicked programme cost eight pounds!! And there was hardly any information in it and I felt like a dumbass because I couldn't afford a T-shirt I wouldn't have needed either afterwards. So, children, learn this: never buy programmes. They're a waste of paper and your money and you will end up throwing them away eventually. Don't miss the ABC of the UK in my next entry, coming soon on tasteofbritain.weebly.com
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AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
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