First came a sighting of these salad-dodging John Bulls at The Derby, then mass outbreaks of fairy-cake tea parties occurred around the country. It was like 1952 all over again, only without the rationing that kept everyone healthy.
The British weather once more proved to be like a mad old friend who always, always lets you down at the most crucial moment. The British tourist motto was changed to ‘Welcome To The Diamond Jubilee; Have You Packed A Jumper?’.
Rather than braving the closed-off roads to peer through the mizzle searching for the largest Thames flotilla in 350 years, I opted to go further back in time for ‘The Mystery Of Edwin Drood’ at the Arts Theatre (just fifteen quid for the best seat in the house) and saw what must be one of the best shows in London, with a knockout cast and terrific staging, complete with dwarf ballet.
This is the Tony-winning US production in which the audience votes on the murderer and the ending accordingly changes each night. The story is presented in the style of the old Player’s Theatre Music Hall, with a compere and plenty of upstaging and grandstanding from the large cast. The theatre was half-empty, so there are plenty of tickets still available.
Next up, a Jubilee party, shifted from a barbecue to an indoor tea, but I’ll try to get to the procession – await further reports.