Another uncomfortable night’s sleep in the Citadene’s apartment, I’m not particularly excited about this place, except for its central location and proximity to the underground.

We grabbed another pair of zone 1&2 underground day passes and headed off to Madame Tusard’s via Baker Street Underground station on the Bakerloo Line.



We didn’t have to queue (again) because we had pre-booked tickets – we entered just after 9am and were the second people in the door. You enter the large, green domed building and pass the ticket counters – up a small flight of stairs to a large number of elevators. Families and groups are bundled together into separate lifts and sent to another floor.



When the lift doors opened we were greeted by the holographic paparazzi, flashes going off in all directions and spotlights welcoming you to the Cocktail Party in true celebrity style.

All sorts of famous personalities were at the party, Kaye flirted with Hugh, Tom and Jack Frost while I caught up with some old flames including Elle and Kylie.



Onto the World Stage where famous faces throughout history were all mingling together like best friends. Even our very own Johnny was there, however the wax museum artists have given him such a tan that one might very well mistake him as the PM of Japan, rather than Australia.



We stopped for coffee with our good friend RB in the café, Pavarotti dropped in for a café latte.



Bidding farewell to the world stage, we decended into the Chamber of Horrors where we witnessed an authentic re-creation of the tortures of the past – the rack, guillotine, etc – all on vivid display, complete with heads on spikes of Mary Antoinette and her hubby Louey. Yuk! (sorry, no photographs were allowed)
We then boarded a mini London Taxi ride which took us on an animatronics tour through London’s history – all very fast, but amazing none the less.

Last stop in the museum is the planetarium where a light show and kiddie story explains the layout of our solar system. I wasn’t very impressed with the technology, considering what CGI can do these days.

Back to Holborn where Kaye flaked out for the rest of the afternoon – I continued on to try and find some Internet access. None of the café’s I found were laptop friendly, not even so much as an Ethernet Jack or wireless AP to let me surf. I continued on to Tottenham Court Road where I found yet another café without laptop support.

I went into the Virgin Megastore and hit paydirt – while their net.café didn’t specifically support laptops yet, Virgin had just outsourced that part of the store to another company which was in the process of setting up wireless AP’s for a hotspot. Even more impressive was the fact that it was up and running without any security at all so the DHCP server and my laptop got acquainted. 5 hours later I was still sitting at a small counter near the front of the store and the staff asked me to leave, because it was closing time. One of them mentioned to me that I probably shouldn’t have been using the wireless access, because as their main server had been down all day, they were unable to charge me for access. Oh dear, how sad. RB: you know who to call when you want your Internet services tested :-)

During the afternoon I had cause to try and find a WC – again, not an easy task in London (let alone the entire EU for that matter) so I ended up simply catching the underground back to Holborn and used the facilities in our room. 10 minutes each way, not bad considering I was half way across the city :-)