Five Times Glitter Bothered the Doctor. And One Time It Didn't. (3/6)

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Excerpts from the Travel Journal: Day Two--London to Warwick to Stratford

In the morning, jlrpuck went to pick up arctacuda once the alarm went off. I showered and then watched cricket for basically two hours, still never understanding even a little bit what was going on. Then Arctacuda and Jlrpuck finally arrived, and we sat on the beds and chatted and watched some terribly weird music videos and then some odd show about dueling antique dealers, one of which was known as “The Hitman” and whose theme song was apparently “You Sexy Thing.” He was not attractive. It’s very weird but clearly the UK is just like us: For every awesome TV show they produce, there are a ton that are just utter and absolute disasters.

( Day Two )

Excerpts from the Travel Journal: Day Three--"Love's Labour's Lost"

The next day was “Love’s Labour’s Lost” day, and so we woke, had breakfast, showered (that bathroom is so beautifully flooded with natural light), and headed into Stratford. Which was a disaster. Because it was the Mop Fair. The entire town center was closed to cars because it was being occupied by a carnival. This threw Verity (ha ha ha!) into a dither but we found parking, paid, and walked into the town.

( Day Three )

Excerpts from the Travel Journal: Day Four--Blenheim and Cheltenham

Whilearctacuda was showering, jlrpuck and I took another trip to the grocery store. We still had another DT play ahead of us, remember, and we needed to have nachos. Plus, arctacuda thought Nacho Man would grant me better dreams if we made nachos on his behalf. Nacho Man ended up allowing me to meet David Tennant—I call it “meet,” okay? So Nacho Man is benevolent. In his New Testament form.

( Day Four )