So today, I dragged my Mancunian arse out of bed and headed to the V&A museum. It was always my intention to purchase a members card, but as a dear friend who is also down in London has one and you get a +1, I thought I’d just tag along with her. Anyway, today was Friday and she was obviously working, so I decided to brave it myself, and pay the £6 in for the Club to Catwalk exhibition, (the man behind the desk gave me puppy dog eyes when he asked if i wanted to give the £1 donation and i succumbed).
The exhibition, if you haven’t been, is nowhere near as good as the Bowie one that recently featured. Well, from what I gather anyway, I haven’t actually been to the Bowie one, I’ve just heard things. Don’t get me wrong, the Club to Catwalk one was great, hands down to the Curator for putting that much plastic fantastic fashion into such a small space, but my only comment was that things were repeated, and there was heavy feature on John Galliano. I like his 80s designs, but to me, he’s the hit of of the 90s, but I do appreciate the ‘cool’ tag that he attached to going to St Martins. Here’s the link to the exhibition, I recommend going for the PVC cod pieces, the looped film of London’s clubs in the 80s and of course the homage to Adam Ant. Take in the customised denim jackets as inspiration. And my biggest tip of all, go with someone who has a V&A pass so you can skip the queues and be their +1. Endless fun being the plus one.
On the way home, I remembered the wise nagging words of my mother with ‘don’t forget to merge your oyster card with your railcard to get a 1/3 off travel’. That’s right my friends, a 1/3 off, only off peak though, and as I’ll be travelling ON PEAK from now on, this is really helpful. I guess it’s better than nothing. After queuing for, well, forever, I was finally greeted (or rather grimaced) at the booth by one of the many vampire underground staff. I think the reason they’re so grumpy must be on the fact that they almost never see sunlight, trapped in their goldfish booths of Kings Cross underground station, forever tortured to watch THE MOST BIGGEST AMOUNT OF PEOPLE EVER for the rest of their immortal lives. I opened my mouth to say “Hi, I was wondering if I could merge my oyster card with my-“, “Card”, “Oh, erm okay”, (fumbles in bag) “Today would be nice.” “Sorry, here you are.” [Awkward silence] “Here, next!” And that was it, it took all of 16 seconds…I counted. Safe to say as I know how the ticket machines work, I won’t be going to the ticket office again, thank goodness. It did remind me to watch An American Werewolf in London though.
I’ve just got back from dinner with aforementioned friend and we chose to go to Prezzo, it’s a great chain and I found a voucher for 25% off, which is just FANTASTIC, as said friend is on a placement (unpaid) and I’m always poor. I offered the voucher to the waitress pre meal to which she bent politely down to my ear level and (without whispering as her actions implied) said “SORRY MISS WE DO NOT ACCEPT ZE DISCOUNTED VOUCHER IN ZIS BRANCH AS ZIS IS MAYFAIR, YOUS WILL AFT TO PAY ZE FULL PRICE FOR YOUR MEALS.” Okay, thanks, great for embarrassing me well and truly in front of the whole restaurant, the restaurant I picked because of the decor and the fact it’s on Mayfair, I can’t read the small print on the voucher because it’s on my phone as I don’t have a printer as I’m too poor to afford a printer as you SO KINDLY POINTED OUT.
LIFE PRO TIP:
Don’t eat in Mayfair unless you can a) afford to or b) are dining with someone who can afford to.