Today we met writer and overall creative person Wendy Scott in Hoxton Square. I love Wendy. She had crazy red hair, papers flying everywhere, and was just all over the place. But I love her because he was so excited about everything. She had passion pouring out of her. She wanted to do a writing workshop with us but then decided she wanted to do about 10 other things and the whole hour just become a discussion about writing and the creative things she had done with it. She told us that in all of her work she has a thread running through that ties everything together. She likes to use keywords that draw you in and create an image. Jill and I loved Wendy so much we skipped Sehmi (sorry Sehmi) and stayed for Wendy’s second talk, and boy am I glad we did. This homeless looking man came and sat down in our group (right next to me) and asked if he could join. Wendy was courteous and obliged. He started interrupting her and yelling at us telling us he was a gangster. That he was Charlie Kray and was famous and everyone knew him. This went on for about half an hour until he asked Wendy if she could get him a job and she gave him the phone number for the British Embassy. The funny part is that after he left she told us he was actually the son of one of the famous Kray brothers, and that he really was Charlie Kray because she had seen photos of him before. Crazy!
The next day we went to John Brown Publishing, which is a custom publishing house. We learned about entry points in a magazine, and attracting people who will read different lengths of articles. They also designed some beautiful books for children, one called “Pick me Up” that I know my niece would love if I ever get my hands on it. Unfortunately I was coughing the whole time so I missed a lot of what he said, but I definitely could see there is a lot of creative work to be done working for a place like that.
I decided that I wasn’t getting any better and that the free clinic was just a waste of time, so I found a doctor all the way out by the Ealing Broadway tube stop and headed over there on the tube. I had no idea I was headed to the country, but once I stepped off the train I knew it was time for me to take my first taxi because there was no way I would find this place. Dr. Kohn was the nicest doctor EVER and he completely took care of me! One inhaler and pack of antibiotics later I was good to go!
I rushed home so I could make it in time to see Wicked with my friends. We had wonderful seats, and although it was my second time seeing the play I was blown away. The costumes, the set and especially the music are all out of this world. I snuck a quick picture of the set before they told us no cameras; I wish I could have gotten a playbill to take home although I don’t think that is the custom in London the way it is at home.
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