A westend night

Of late I have been in some sort of a slump. After the Scotland trip I have not brought myself to go visit any new places and mind has been pre-occupied with sad thoughts of not being able to visit any other country in the Europe(my VISA being valid only till August, I will have to travel 3 months the end date). After 2 uneventful weeks, it is again time to start rolling. The weekend is planned for with a probable visit to Oxford and the next long weekend might just be to Wales.. While these plans are yet uncertain and subject to change, tonight is all planned and confirmed..

Tonight is when one of my dreams will come true. That may be going too far, but what I am gonna do tonight is something I have always wanted to do. I am gonna watch the 'Mousetrap' at St. Martin's theatre. 'Mousetrap' is the longest running play in the world with more than 24,000 performances. 'Mousetrap' is a murder mystery written by the greatest Agatha Christie, whose ardent fan I am. The play has been running continuously for the past 58 years and even today the shows are all booked (or so I think, the online booking shows very few available seats for the whole of next month also). The audience is apparently told not to reveal the identity of the killer to anyone outside the theatre. Not of much help I guess, because the paperbacks of the same play are printed as '3 blind mice' and can be found world over. I am, however, glad that I never read the book even though it was in the local 'Star Library' in Moodbidri. Destiny, I say.

After a lot of deliberation I finally booked the tickets yesterday, the deliberation because the cheapest ticket was 18 pounds and the Indian that I am I was converting it to rupees. I quickly ran through the sites to see if there is a dress-code to be followed at the theatre(though not visible outside or at workplace, the pompousness and the overtly formal dressing of the Brits is legendary) and thankfully there was none. I am still playing it safe and am wearing my blazer to work today. The only other thing to do now is to take a print-out of my ticket and stop dreaming.

9 more hours to go and then I will witness a murder at St. Martin's..