September 7, 2005

London Pictures

B4B note -- If you do not blog and yet you want to enter, you can send your essay to ANNE FITTEN aka Edgy Mama, and she will put it up on a blog especially created to host entries. Her email address is

janus@annefittenglenn.com

I can't make links work right now GAH. Edgy Mama is on my BLINKS PAGE and you will have to write out her e-mail address...SORRY. And now some of the pics I promised you!

At my hotel, there is a picture of this guy we call Lord Nipple. This is him:

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I don't understand why he is wearing see through armor, or what disease he has contracted that could cause flesh-lions to grow from his bare shoulders. BUT OKAY. I admit I enjoy the presence of Lord Nipple. I like his supercilious nose, and you have to admit, he's pretty bold to sit out in the living room and receive guests in such garb. I am trying to convince Scott that we need to kiss our hands and slap Lord Nipple's belly every time we pass his portrait, but Scott resists joining me in what I feel is a fitting tribute to Lord N's unapologetic nipple-ness. I think Scott holds back because Lord Nipple is right by the Concierge, but see, I think that's what would make it CHALLENGING. We would have to come up with elaborate schemes to distract the concierge long enough to carry out the belly-slap of nipple tribute. Alas, it is not to be.

I want to look him up when i get home and get the story.

HEY -- I found an independent bookstore yesterday in my quest to sign every copy of gods in Alabama currently out in London. That was cool -- it is called Foyles, and it was family owned and every bookseller there was a READER. They had quite a few copies of gods and it had very nice placement, and hopefully one or two of the handsellers I met there will follow up and read it and help it find readers. Just one or two can make quite a difference...I also went to several chains, and talked to booksellers there----met some MORE booksellers who read and that's always so heartening and delightful. I LOVE finding booksellers who essentially think selling books is not the same as selling cars or coffee---who love what they sell. Here they have different chains than we have in the states; Books, INC and Blackwell's and W. H. Smith and Waterstones---No Barnes and Nobles, although they do have Borders here. I have YET to see an OTTAKER'S, and I really want to find at LEAST one, since they made gods their August book of the month...maybe today.

LOOK This was at the tower of London --- This is a GUN!

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I like the goat-lion-thingy, cheerfully holding up the heavy end. It seems an odd thing, to tart up a very large and destructive weapon until it looks like a cheery carnival ride. It's a very medieval thing to do, though. Scott and I love medieval history and theatre, so we are pretty much in heaven here.

West End theatre is VERY different from American theatre. Not in terms of quality -- there's no choosing between the West End and Broadway. Superlative acting, gifted designers, great directors are par for both courses. But here theatre is much more ACCESSIBLE. You can wear jeans, whereas in New York it's more...social. The theatre tickets are the one thing that's CHEAPER over here. Here, a burger that would cost you three bucks stateside is four or five pounds. And a pound is worth 2 dollars. just about, so. Do the math, it;s doubly doubled. At the same time, a theatre ticket that would cost you 125 bucks is only 40 pounds. There is this feeling that theatre is fun and a nice and for everyone. Stateside, in New York it is a BIG event to go because it's so prohibitively expensive, and you dress up for it. It's an event, not something you do every weekend. Out of New York theatre, excepting travelling LION KING productions, is often seen as elitist---something for big smarty-pants intellectuals. Going to see THE CHERRY ORCHARD is often viewed as GOOD for you, like medicine or spinach, but not necessarily a pleasure. But here, it seems theatre is just one of the things everyone can go and do for fun. THIS IS RIGHT AND GOOD AND SMART. I envy it.

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That's me, looking dyspeptic in front of the sunken garden at Kensington Palace.

And this is one of the Ravens at the Tower of London. THEY ARE AS BIG AS CATS and they CANTER around like 2 legged black ponies.

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MORE LATER --- This is our last full day here and Scott is making impatient noises. Lord Nipple awaits our passing, and beyond him, all of London.

Posted by joshilyn at September 7, 2005 5:10 AM
Comments

Does "dyspeptic" mean "thin and pretty"?

Lord Nipple is somehow both funny and scary.

Posted by: DebR at September 7, 2005 6:03 AM

I just like saying "dyspeptic," personally.

Glad you guys are having fun. I'm off to shop for a Lord Nipple outfit this very minute.

Posted by: Matt Elliott at September 7, 2005 8:42 AM

I think we could possibly reproduce Lord Nipple on your living room wall, if you wish. After the flower garden and all those smug bugs I feel there's nothing we can't do!
What shows have you seen? Have you eaten bubble and squeak yet? When is your audience with the queen? Details!

Posted by: Amy-GO at September 7, 2005 9:31 AM

Second that on "dyspeptic" meaning "glowing gorgeous skinny chick"... DAYum, woman!

Whoops, butt-nekkid child just darted through kitchen, waving shredded calendar......

Posted by: Cornelia Read at September 7, 2005 11:14 AM

Yay, you found yourself a power converter doohickey! And I am GREEN WITH ENVY over everything you're doing and seeing, except, perhaps, Lord Nipple, because he's just freaky.

Posted by: Mir at September 7, 2005 11:38 AM

I'm not sure if I should live vicariously through your adventures, or envy the fact that Mr. Husband cheerfully wades through all those books stores insearch of gods of Alabama to watch you sign every copy in the greater London area.

That sounds like a documentary: In Search - gods of Alabama. Hey it could happen.

Now the upside to carpal tunnel, is that after four days of roving through the urban confines of greater London you will need at least two or three pairs of pretty - no VERY PRETTY SHOES - to replace the ones you wore out. But at least they are suppling you with the entire Atlantic to cool your tooties with afterwards.

Posted by: Cele at September 7, 2005 11:41 AM

"dyspeptic"?

My lord no wonder you are a FANCY and FAMOUS PUBLISHED AUTHOR... the word is worth, like, $40 bucks or 80 pounds.. or, wait, 20 pounds... eek math... eeeeee

Posted by: Heather McCutcheon at September 7, 2005 6:45 PM

Oh, I LOVE Foyles. It is one of my favorite bookstores in the world, right up there next to the Tattered Cover. Great photos, Joss.

Posted by: Edgy Mama at September 7, 2005 7:20 PM

I posted a note about B4B. Perhaps some of my blogger buddies will be inspired to participate.

Posted by: Edgy Mama at September 7, 2005 8:20 PM