Long month's journey in Today

One month previous, I departed for that splendidly isolated island. What a trip. In London Brian and I and our grandpere stayed in a charming little establishment near Edgewear Road. This, as some of us had failed to be aware, was quite near the heart of London's Middle Eastern neighborhood. Needless to say, headscarves and burkhas presented themselves for our viewing by the airbusload. I rather enjoyed walking by the Anglo-Arabic dual language signs, Falafel cafes, and curious foreign knick-knack outlets every day. My parents, particularly mataji, felt somewhat awash in such a sea of Islamic modesty. She, poor feminist, looked upon these things as oppression. And she was probably right. However, I usually find that I enjoy a degree of cosmoplolitanism, repressive or no.

Anyway, we are very thorough travelers, and many a sight did we see, including the Tate Modern, Wallace Collection, Victoria and Albert, Westminster Abbey, British Museum, Natural History Museum, Imperial War Museum, and other such things. In truth, much has been said regarding each of these marvelous places, and I will be so bold as to stop the tap of my verbose musings and let other, finer appraisals inform the curious as to their particular merits and attributes.

Leaving London we embarked upon a whirlwindable roadtrip (of a few hours) to Stratford-upon-Avon. It was there that we enjoyed some of the most comfortable condominiumestimable accomodation that ever I have seen. It was nice. The raison peradventure of our wending thither was the prospect of presently perusing divers plays writ by the Bard himself, and performed by a certain royally-sanctioned Theatre company. Of those exquisite visions of dramaticality I will say only this: money and imagination are a very VERY good combination.

Flying home from Britannia, I took a two-week whistle stop in Vancouver, the better to attend a certain Shakespearean workshop. The play was Twelfth Night; I, Feste in the last two acts, 1st and 2nd Officers in act 3. It was well. There also did I chance to make the aquaintence of a young girl. In sum I will say that it was spiritually almost impossible to return home, as I have done corporally. I miss her.