Contact
I slept surprisingly well on the plane, and so made it to London with less jet lag than expected. Less jet lag, indeed, than ever before: perhaps the worsening problems I've had with long-haul travel aren't just that I'm not twenty.
Because I was still standing at 5, I took a plunge and got half-price tickets for Contact, playing at the Queen's. (No links -- still no network) Good idea: it's an interesting show, and a perfect show to see after a tiring 36-hour day because, when you come down to it, it's all about dance. No singing, not much of a story, and canned music -- but lots of ballet in improbable places (like a 50's Italian restaurant in New Jersey) and to improbable music (like Squirrel Nut Zippers).
I know nothing about dance, when you come down to it, but it's fun to see.