I'm still not sick of London

I went to the Cabinet War Room from World War II that Churchill and the rest of his immediate strategy team used to stay underground and out of harms way. It was very interesting and cool to be in the same place that was pretty much left the way it was on the last day of its use.



Then, I met up with Corinne for lunch. She was happy to see me. . .


We went to the British Library, which turned out to be WAY cooler than I thought. They had many treasured documents, such as two copies of the Magna Carta (That's three-of-four for whoever's counting!). We saw music written in the actual hand of Mozart himself, including his wedding certificate! We saw Beethoven's tuning fork! We saw an original of Alice in Wonderland and of Tess of the D'urbervilles, where you can see Thomas Hardy was originally going to name it, "The Daughter of the D'urbervilles", but he crossed it out. We saw Jewish books and scrolls from 800 years ago, and we saw parts of Shakespeare's First Folio with Romeo and Juliet!! We even saw a piece of paper which is believed to be written in his own handwriting! How cool!!



Then, we went to Hogwarts . . .

It was cool. Unfortunately, they wouldn't let us take any pictures once we were actually on the grounds, but it was definitely an experience I will never forget (something to do with revealing certain aspects of their daily lives . . . I didn't really understand what they meant).

Tonight I saw 39 Steps, which is a comedy showing at Picadilly Circus. It was pretty funny. After the show, I decided to take a strange way home, since I'm becoming a little too familiar with the streets what having been here for two weeks. I started getting a little lost and in random alleyways, so I headed towards the nearest main street. Suddenly, there was a group of people lined up outside a building. I obviously had nothing better to do, so I went and joined them. There were about sixty people being kept behind one of those temporary fence things you see at parking lots or football games. There were also about ten with crazy serious cameras. I knew it was someone famous, I just didn't know who. I forgot to mention there was a nice black car parked right outside at the curb at the end of the "walkway". Within two minutes, who comes out of the "Stage Door"?!?!? KEIRA KNIGHTLEY!! As in, Elizabeth Swan from Pirates!!! I couldn't believe it! And I didn't have my camera! I was so mad! So she scribbles a bunch of autographs and then turns to the cameras and does her thing, and then gets in the car and is driven to I-don't-even-wanna-know-where. Then I head up the block to see the poster of what was playing at that theatre (Misanthrope), and someone walks by me who looks really familiar. I was this close to saying, "Hey, wait, aren't you the guy from Shakespeare in Love?" (my all-time favorite movie along with Pirates), but I decided not to. I just checked online and I was right! Well anyway, I continue walking home and I think, "Well, all the other plays are finishing now, too!" So I went behind the Theatre Royal, where I saw Ian McKellen for those of you who read my blog thoroughly, and the same paparazzi were there! It was just them, though, minus the crowd. But a nice car pulled up and sure enough, someone famous came out. I didn't recognize her. Anna Friel, anyone? Anyway, the flashes exploded for about thirty seconds, and I am sure there was not one millisecond that was in the dark. It was like daylight. And the worst part was, she was playing with it! She was all dressed up in a small black dress that showed how disgustingly skinny she was, and she was moving in model-fashion to the rhythm of the cameras. It was ridiculous, as if the group of paparazzi and the celeb have a pact: I'll give you a living if you make me look good. Unbelievable.