Two more days in London
|Winterson and Woolf|
Gay's the Word has been London's gay and lesbian bookshop for more than 30 years. It's tucked away on Marchmont Street and is crammed full of titles. I dropped off a few copies of Remain In Light for them to stock and, of course, wound up making a couple of purchases: Jeanette Winterson's memoir Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? and a gorgeous little copy of Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own. Although I'm loving my Kindle and a proponent of eBooks, I still love the look and feel of physical books. You just can't duplicate the tactility of holding a book in your hands.
After browsing for a bit, I caught the tube and ventured back over to Piccadilly Circus to walk around for a bit. Trooping the Colour for the Queen's Diamond Jubilee had been held earlier, and the streets were mobbed with people. I had watched a bit of the RAF fly over at Agnes' flat, and it was spectacular to see those jets racing over central London. Of course, it wouldn't have been me in London without a transport incident. I waited at a bus stop on Piccadilly for nearly half an hour (along with a lot of other folks) before we realized all the buses had been diverted over to Regent Street. There was no indicator or message or staff to tell us. That's another bad sign for the Olympics. I finally caught the bus at the Trocadero, went about five blocks and then the driver said we all had to get off and changes buses with no explanation. By the time I got back to Agnes', I was ready for dinner and trashy British television. One of my lasting memories of this trip will be sitting up with Agnes watching Midsomer Murders, Britain's Got Talent and game shows like Million Pound Drop.
|Me, Ian and Donna at HomeGround party|
The party lasted from 4 to 10 p.m. and none of us wanted to go home. We hung on each other, saying our goodbyes until the music finally stopped. Singing along to "Wuthering Heights" (not to mention acting out a few of Kate's video dance moves) with a room full of fans was such a thrill.
Somehow, I managed to get to Heathrow yesterday morning and fly out on the first available flight to Atlanta. It was first class again, so I really am spoiled now. My 13 days in London went by way too fast. I'm already counting down the days until I can go back.