That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done
Geek points for the quote. It’s that kind of blog post. General Sherlockian geek warnings apply to this post. And actually no points for the quote-it’s too easy.
So yesterday I went to London and back in a day to see a play (that I’d already seen shhh) and indulge in what was long ago christened ‘geeky day of fun’ with my Watson, Keira.
The purpose of the trip was to see the wondrous Mark Gatiss in ‘The Recruiting Officier’ at the Donmar Warehouse-and also to fulfil my ambition of actually getting to see a play there (plans that were frequently thwarted in one way or another previously). More on that later.
So as we were there and alone we decided to fully indulge our geek (though being with others rarely stops us come to think of it.) First stop Baker Street, the real one. Specifically number two-hundred and twenty one (insert dramatic pause) B.
Here we saw the wonders of Holmes’ bedroom:
|Beds aren't for sleeping in clearly|
|First set of handcuffs spotted. Ahem.|
|Bedtime reading on bees!|
My Watson wanted to stay in Watson’s room forever.
The level of detail in the house is brilliant fun for anyone who loves Sherlock Holmes, here are a few of my favourite features...(super geek points for naming the story they're from)
|Holmes' violin. Sigh.|
|Persian Slipper with tobacco|
|Loved the detail on the desk.|
|Watson's bag with his initials (Bonus points for his middle name anyone?)|
|Don't let Sherlock Holmes get bored, you'll lose your deposit|
|Letters still arrive for Mr Holmes|
|Looks like Sherlock and John have had a visitor, but who?|
|I never heard him have a five pipe problem. Breathing? breathing is boring.|
|More handcuffs. Ahem. Now people really will talk.|
|Even consulting detectives need a toilet. And what a toilet!|
We sat in their armchairs. Holmesians note the sitting in the correct armchairs for our attire (actually Watson refused to sit in anything but her own chair)
And we posed outside in the earflap death Frisbee hat.
We were amused by the neighbour’s business name.
Having exhausted real Baker Street (and bought suitable not so tacky souvieners) we walked down to Faker-Street. My name for North Gower Street where BBC’s Sherlock is filmed. I can’t believe a street I used to walk past every day is now so important to my geek-life.
Anyway we enjoyed a coffee at Speedy’s cafe and took pictures of the famous door. We were relieved we weren’t the only geeks. I did have to point one fellow geek to the correct door however, clearly his powers of deduction aren’t that strong.
We then proceeded on my walking tour via Gower Street and RADA. Being the dramatic types I couldn’t resist the chance to show off my old school to my companion and indulge in a little bit of nostalgia myself, the bar still looks the same.
After a brief detour to Covent Garden we walked along the Strand (important Sherlockians for both the magazine and following the cab journey from BBC’s study in Pink-though this was unintentional it’s just the quickest way!) we headed for the Sherlock Holmes pub. Alas it was not to be as it was full of Friday drinkers so we walked in and out again.
Instead we headed to Chinatown via Trafalgar Square so again re-tracing the BBC Sherlock’s footsteps, unintentionally but amusingly. By this time Watson’s feet were hurting from trailing after her mad companion’s all day, and I have to admit so were this Sherlock’s. So we ate Chinese in Chinatown and Watson later expressed thanks that for once she wasn’t abandoned or interrupted for chasing a criminals.
Finally it was time for 'The Recruiting Officer' I'm going to a review-master post tomorrow for all the theatre I've seen recently. But in the words of my companion it 'renewed my faith in theatre' it is truly one of the most amusing nights I've ever spent in the theatre. And give Mark Gatiss a prop and he can do anything.
Speaking of whom we managed to meet him at the stage door, he was very lovely and a very dapper dresser. Oh the shoes if only you could see the shoes in this picture.
We finally returned home from our day of geekery just as the drunks were stumbling home in Cardiff. Well worth the exhaustion. I loved my geek day out in London, only made possible by having the perfect Watson to share it with!