I forgot to mention that it was actually a fun 2.5 hours in the queue too. We stood up, we sat down on the floor; the first nine got seats and did offer them on rotation to the next six (the others were further away because the queue crossed a fire exit) so we sat on seats too.
Behind me was a young chap who seemed taciturn at first, but I warmed to as we got talking. I assumed he was gay, but turned out he was a pre-op female to male TG with a girlfriend. We had a really interesting conversation, although it turned out about the only things we really had in common was a love of musicals and John Barrowman. That's enough though!
A couple of people further up were a talkative Merkin (aren't you all?) and a lady with very bushy grey hair and a John Barrowman jacket, who I went with in search of the Ladies. They both complimented me on my hair and we had a good laugh.
The shop played John Barrowman constantly - good job he has three solo albums and is on musical albums... I wonder what they do with one-hit wonders? Meh - a bookshop in Oxford promoting the book of a one-hit wonder? It might happen, but it doesn't seem immediately likely.
We all watched eachother's bags and places and coats as we individually snuck off for coffee/ wee breaks/ cigarettes etc. Brits just love to queue. And
some Americans too I guess.
Wolf, I took Mum for sushi on
our last John Barrowman trip, to see La Cage Aux Folles on its opening night. THAT was her first time eating it - I know she's pretty open with food choices, and I figured the novelty of the conveyor belt would win her round. It did, and she talked about it so excitedly to Dad that he agreed to try it. Then as now it was a Monday - all dishes at the Blue Plate price of £2.20. And we didn't show him the beer menu (naughty, because he loves Sapporo) but instead had unlimited water. £18.40 all in. Pretty damn good for the whole experience of eating sushi with them both. And now I know he loves chicken teriaki.