In which we watch a disastrous adaptation of Twelfth Night that felt like it lasted twelve nights

July 17, 2017

Today was our final day in London. Our first stop after arriving was the Camden Market. When we got off the tube, we came across a series of about 12 tents that were labeled Camden Market, and for a few minutes thought that was the entire thing. We eventually discovered the rest of it, and wandered around the different stalls and shops for a while. I didn’t find anything that I wanted to buy, but it was fun to browse. Our main destination in the Camden Market was the Cereal Killer Cafe, which serves elaborate bowls of any type of cereal you can imagine, as well as cereal milkshakes and other drinks.

Complete sugar overload, aka the Frooty Maltshake

I got a milkshake, and it was quite possibly the most sugar I have ever consumed in one sitting. This was probably not a good plan, as we had our milkshakes at around lunch time when we probably should have had real food, and ended up not feeling very well later, when we were at the British Museum. We didn’t stay long at the British Museum because it was very crowded and we both really needed to eat, so we left and went to, you guessed it, Pret a Manger.

The British Museum, where we stayed long enough to see the Rosetta Stone, which was pretty cool, and some mummies, which weren’t quite as cool

We sat there for a while, and then went to St. Paul’s Cathedral, since it was pretty close to the Globe, where we were going to see Twelfth Night at 7:30. St. Paul’s was really pretty, but we didn’t pay to go inside so we only saw the outside.

A few pictures of St. Paul’s

We headed over to the Globe, where we had tickets to see the museum and go on a tour before the show. After the tour, we went to an Italian restaurant that overlooked the Thames, which was pretty nice.

Our view at dinner

There are some interesting differences between eating out in England and eating out in the States. You don’t have to tip since they actually pay their waiters in the UK, but the waitstaff is definitely much less attentive, so you have to really flag them down if you need anything. On our table there was an advertisement that said you could get a free drink if you posted a picture of your food on Instagram, and Caleigh did it, but we spent about 15 minutes trying to get the attention of our waitress so she could bring out the drink. By the time she brought it, it was almost time for us to go to our show, and we had to get her attention again to bring us our check. We were in such a hurry because we wanted to get a good spot in the Globe. It turned out we could have stayed at dinner longer. We had the standing tickets because we wanted the authentic Globe experience. Unfortunately, that authentic experience was ruined by the very weird, confusing adaptation of Twelfth Night that they performed. They basically turned it into a musical, which could have been cool, but the show ended up just being a bunch of people running around and singing songs that we couldn’t really understand and didn’t make sense, with some lines of Shakespeare thrown in occasionally, and by the end it became quite possibly my least favorite stage production I have ever seen. Malvolio basically just screamed and blew a really annoying whistle for 2 hours, and there were about 6 more scenes that involved characters in their underwear than I would have liked. It seemed that a lot of the people around us were really enjoying it, but I definitely did not.

Before the show at the Globe, when we were still really exited to be there

My feet were very sore from standing for almost 3 hours, as well as from all the walking we had done that day, and I was about done with the show at intermission. I thought it would never end, but we made it through the whole thing, and took the bus back to Oxford, arriving at Brasenose at around 12:30am. It was a really long day, and it was fun, but it’ll be nice to spend the rest of our time just hanging around Oxford.

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