I don't feel like dancin'

Saturday before last (8 March), Banana, Tamara and I went into London, with our first order of business being a visit to the London Dungeon. Let me just say at this point that I do not have some kind of weird fascination with gory things, torture and murder. It was something that was recommended for me to do - that person could cheerfully now be shot in the head.

It seemed exciting enough, and the queue outside seemed to suggest that it was worthwhile going to, but all in all it was disappointing. I suppose if I was a kid it would have been better, or if I knew nothing about the history of London at all, but the hour and a half we spent there (that's how long it takes to get through) really didn't blow my frock up.

There were, however, 3 highlights:

1. Banana being selected at random to be put into a little jail cell in the torture room. I couldn't have organised it better.
2. Me correctly guessing the use of a random torture device - I was then asked if I tortured people, to which I naturally (being a teacher) replied, "Sometimes."
3. Banana virtually sitting in my lap for the Demon Barber of Fleet Street bit, after something touched her hair in the dark.

I have no photos of this - we weren't allowed to photograph inside it.

This was also the scene for the ironic moment of the day. We had to walk through this bit full of smoke and dripping water etc which represented the Great Fire of London. What did I walk past? A rather large fire extinguisher attached to the wall. I can't make this stuff up.