London: Day 2
Day 2 was the other half’s birthday. We started with tasty American Breakfast in Ed’s diner before heading to Madam Tussauds. Lots of pictures of that on Flickr.
While there we also got our hands frozen and scalded as is the process to make wax moulds of our hands. Sam chose the vulcan salute which almost came out whereas I opted for a hitchhikers thumb, sadly somewhere along the line this became a fist, stupid flaccid thumb.
After meeting celebrity waxy alter egos we had a nice lunch and coffee at BBC media village, although my lunch appeared to be wasp porn which put a slight downer on it as I was harassed by a horny wasp that didn’t understand no.
Then it was time for our tour of British television centre. First we went to the news area and saw a random news reader whose name means little to me, then off to studio 1 where they’d started to put together thy set for strictly. Then we saw studio 4 which was ready and waiting for the Michael Ball show, which explained the enormous congregation of old people outside. Apparently TOTP was a studio 4 production.
They showed us some random blue/green screen effects to explain the weather and then off to a “superstar” dressing room. Was alright, not amazing. Apparently one time when Prince was there everyone had to talk go his girlfriend and he’d decided he wasn’t going to use lifts or stairs so his bodyguard carried him up and down.
Then we got an interactive bit. A couple volunteered their kids to read the news and they wanted 3 people for a game show. They saw me and Sam avoiding eye contact and trying to talk the other into doing it. He picked me to do it so I played the ace up my sleeve “its her birthday!” Which thankfully I’d added to a comments box when signing up for the tour so he accepted and dragged her up. She nailed the quiz and won a BBC mug. Video to YouTube wheb I get home, its over 200mb.
While walking the corridors there was a picture of Peggy and myself and a random woman almost simultaneously said “get arta my pub”
Then as luck would have it wossy tweeted on day 1 that he and Mark Millar would be in WH Smith signing a new magazine. Woop. Sam’s birthday gets more win.
Ice bar for cocktails started off the evening. This is hidden. Away down a backstreet full of nice pubs, walls, floor, bar, seats, tables and glasses all made of ice. They give you a poncho with gloves attached on string like a child. Was pretty nice/different. Then down to its restaurant for some fancy foods. Reindeer sausage and quail amongst the tapas on offer. Was om nom nom.
That took ages so day 3 will have to wait.
