A night at the opera

To the O2 last night for Carmina Burana. Bex had given me tickets for xmas, so I took her with me to see it of course. The music was fantastic, but the staging was odd for the most part, degenerating into the hilarious towards the end. There were fireworks and other pyrotechnics; stiltwalkers and dancers, and an inflatable pig at one point. Great fun and I love "O Fortuna", which started and ended the piece (and was the encore, too). I've never been to a classical concert or opera in a large arena before. The sound was remarkably good from where we were sitting (on the lower slopes) and we had a good view of the white-haired conductor and the orchestra. The soloists were excellent, but I felt that the choir could have been bigger.

Its still cold at home. No news on the boiler front. We are now going into the fourth week with no heating or hot water. It's becoming a little wearing.

Incredibly bad traffic this morning. A combination of roadworks, bad weather and a road accident in the Blackwall Tunnel meant that traffic came to pretty much of a standstill in most of south-east London. I waited ages for a bus that didn't arrive and ended up having to grab a taxi (and pay the exorbitant fare) in order to be very late for a meeting at work. (And I wasn't the last to arrive). I have a much longer journey planned tomorrow, so I guess I'll head out at the crack of dawn in order to make sure I arrive at lunchtime!