We went to Angel to try and book tickets for "The Last King of Scotland" - no luck, it was fully booked even two hours before. So we headed on to the opening at Sadie Coles, which was quite nice, and we met a man from Australia (but who's been in London for ages) and we talked to him for a bit. Then we left the opening and returned to Angel, where we had a lovely meal at a Turkish restaurant, before returning to the tube.
Some observations ...
"... an apprrrrrrrentice orrr somethin' ..." (Just after a conversation on the Scottish burrrrrr ... Listen, that was a Scotsman! What's he doing here?!
A woman bending down to roll up the ankles of her jeans ("I'll just fold them up until we get there"), revealing beautiful sparkly, multi-coloured sequin-y kitten-heeled shoes (mmm, sound beautiful, don't they?!)
At the Turkish restaurant, the huge barbeque, where the chef sat rotating the skewered kebabs of quail, aubergine, chicken and lamb, was covered by a bronze canopy leading to a huge extracter, which was embossed with pastoral images of rutting goats and grazing cows.
My favourite picture at the opening had a multitude of blue strokes which revealed two stars.
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