Bat out of hell...

So what do you all have planned for the long weekend of three days of back to back sunshine (as long as you live south of Watford).

I have plans.  The big one is a trip up to London today to see the Bat out of Hell musical, along with Mrs Jangles, The Mother, my cousin Mrs B and my best friend Mrs S.  These tickets have been booked since January, and the frenzied phone calls this week between me and Mrs S finally reached a crescendo on Thursday night with the 'What are you wearing?' question.  

Mrs S and I like to dress appropriately for anything we go and see, with this Meatloaf musical being no different.  After much discussion, we both agreed that anything would do as long as it was black, so skinny jeans (this is what it says on the label, and skinny at the ankle they may be, but pan out and they look like two funnels glued together), black boots and jacket are on the agenda.

On one of the hottest days of the year this far.

So here's a thing.  We will definitely look the part, but as the temperature and heat absorbing black clothes do their thing, our carefully applied makeup may end up looking like something Ozzy Osbourne may have sported circa 1975.  You also have to bear in mind that we are going to watch the matinee, and that there will be drinking in Covent Garden both before and after the event.  As the night wears on, we may move on from Ozzy Osbourne to Alice Cooper, finishing with a flourish as we pour ourselves onto the night train home, looking like Gene Simmons after a run in with a garden sprinkler.

Common sense tells me that it would make a lot more sense to wear a pretty sundress and sandals to the show. But just imagine the looks I'd get straddling the motorbike in the foyer at the end of the show.  You've just got to look the part, and Laura Ashley and The Bat speak a different language...

You've probably noticed that Miss R is absent from this  jolly up to London.  She was meant to be coming but double booked with a mini break.  She will be sorely missed, especially when we need to get the drinks ordered.  

She has especially good 'elbow technique' in a crowd.

Particularly when there is a good Malbec on the menu...

PS  No ramblings tomorrow morning as there is a good chance I'll be all Batted out!