crushasaurus strikes again

Today Ingrid, Cousin Matt, & I saw an all-female cast perform Shakespeare's "Taming of the Shrew" at the Globe Theatre (any & all lesbian dinosaur jokes are hereby declared obvious) (though I guess I inadvertently made one in this post's title).

I now solemnly declare that I am completely crushed out on the incredible woman who played Petrucio.

a few British notes

I am going to die crossing the street. I simply can't break the habit of looking right for cars. If that doesn't happen, I'm going to drown following a head-on collision in the swimming pool, because circle-swimming is done clockwise here, not counterclockwise. And if neither of these two fates overtakes me, I'm going to be trampled on a staircase, because slow people are supposed to stay to the left, not the right, & you go down the left side, not the right. SHEESH.

Tomorrow at 10.30 am I'm catching the train to Edinburgh. It turns out that it's a godsend that I'm not flying up there, because I've got an ear infection (contracted at the aforementioned reverse-swimming pool) that would've made flying excruciatingly painful. But the train should be fine - since I'm leaving from King's Cross Station, I'm going to pretend I'm catching the Hogwart's Express. Platform 9 3/4, where are you??

OK, off to repack suitcases for tomorrow.