Brighton

If there is something better than perfect, our trip here from Berlin was it. We are flying on separate flights throughout this trip. My standby ticket on British Airways got me upgraded to club class. Not a big deal on a flight of less than 2 hours, but more comfortable. When Ellen arrived with the company on British Midlands, the equipment case that had been lost since Seattle was waiting for them. It seems that it had spent some time in Washington DC. Ellen was especially glad to see it since it contained her boots and hard hat.

We were driven to Brighton and checked in to the Old Ship Hotel, said to be the oldest in Brighton. Any hint of luxury stops at the lobby. The hotel is right across a very busy street from the beach (pebbles, not sand) and just down the block from the famous Brighton Pier. Fish and chips abound. San Franciscans would love it here. The fog rolls in and what was promised to be a warm, sunny day turns cold and breezy.

After listening to the concise English spoken in Berlin, the accent here sounds quite shrill (this doesn't apply to you, Sue. You have a sexy, dusky voice) Actually, since we are in England, they don't have an accent, we do.

Yesterday was to have been Ellen's first day off since we left Vancouver, but she volunteered to do a radio interview about the play in the afternoon. It went very well.

Opening night tonight. The work load is wearing on the cast and a couple of them are complaining of sore throats. Wish us well.