Roadside sign, written by someone with a sense of humour and an obvious love for meat!
Cute cabbie who knew the theatres like the back of his hand and was all too pleased to drive me to Singin’ in the Rain. And the taxi smelt good too 🙂
People barely use the red phone booths anymore but they’re everywhere like a city signature London doesn’t want to change.
Inside Palace Theatre for Singin’ in the Rain: the one inch depression on the stage contained the ‘rain’ and it was mopped and dried up to the bone in the interval; we wouldn’t have been able to hear the tap dancers otherwise!
