Sitting on the train to London. Not much is happening and this is the reason why I dislike going standard, there is a small child crying and the mother talking really loudly. I wish people would take notice of the fact that other people do not want to be sitting in their cramped seats and listening to their conversations. The train is nearly at Euston now though, slightly over heated and grumpy, perhaps what waits for me at Euston will bring me joy.
It didn’t. What was waiting for me? My sister. My sister who thinks the world revolves around her. My sister that complains all the time. My sister who takes my money. No, i was not glad to see her, but I had to act like I was otherwise she’d start crying, or something ridiculous like that. We sat in PrĂȘt A Manger for almost an hour listening to her whining about how confusing her life is and whether she should get the 4:40 train or 4:55. I just sat there and ate my sandwich, interfering with her moaning would then cause me to have to listen to more of it. Eventually, left Helen and Dad to go to the Tate. I’m having a much more exciting day with mum going to Madame Tussards.
Madame Tussauds is really impressive; the scale of the whole thing completely over whelms you. Upon entering the highly decorated building you go into the ‘A-list’ room. Filled with models so lifelike it’s unreal. It’s not just me who is impressed either. Tonnes of people of all ages, grasping onto their role models. From Jonny Deep and Robert Patterson to Cheryl Cole and Miley Cyrus. If you’re famous you’re in here. And as Madame Tussauds once said herself “you’re not truly famous, until you are in Madame Tussauds”. The whole system is fabulous, and has clearly had thought put into it. You start off in one room and go round in your own time, progressing through several different rooms filled with waxworks. Film stars, royalty, pop stars, world leaders, Bollywood stars, cultural figures, fashion, Hollywood stars, Sports men – just some of the rooms you can experience. There is something for everyone here. Small children can meet Shrek, and the older people can have their photo taken with Andy Warhol. One of the best things about it is the laid back atmosphere, there are practically no guards there and you are free to touch the models as you wish.
The only thing I wasn’t really fond of inside Madame Tussards was Scream-inside the chamber of horrors. There are no waxworks, the lights are all turned off and you walk around a maze type thing, and actors dressed up jump out of dark corners. I came out with a nervous disposition!