On Friday afternoon Cliff escaped from work and I completed the last deadline of the week, before we packed our overnight bag and drove down the motorway to London. Eventually, after mile after mile of roads lined with traffic cones (will they all disappear in 2012 for the Olympics? and where will all the cones be stored?) we arrived at our destination . . .
Wembley! In fact, a hotel right next door to Wembley Stadium (the football ground with the big arch over the top) and Wembley Arena (the enormous show venue illuminated with pink and yellow lights). The square outside was all a-twinkle with Christmas Trees and dancing fountains, which put us in an excited mood . . .
and because we'd come to see . . .
and even though our seats were almost at the back of the 12,000 seat hall we could easily see both small, real Eddie and ginormous virtual Eddie on a massive super-real screen . . .
We were taken on a roller coaster of Izzardness through world history - dinosaurs, stone-age hunters and gatherers, 'ancients' (Egyptians, Greeks, Romans), Moses, Noah, the Battle of Hastings - I'm still laughing at the Bayeux Tapestry stitchers being urged to keep up with the action on the battlefield.
We laughed at linguistic sumersaults in French and Latin, and my favourites - the jazz cockerell and the ska cat!
All great fun, fun, fun . . . and proves that laughter really is the best medicine - all the better when it's intelligent and clever and from the wonderful Mr Izzard!
After the show we were only five minutes walk away from our comfy bed!
The rain has stopped, so I'm off to skip around my garden in the sunshine with the under-gardeners and Spice Girls :-)
In part 2 I'll tell you about the gallery we went to in Saturday morning ;-)