London Day 3

Today started off very lazily. I stayed in bed, still recovering from jet lag apparently, and didn't get moving until the afternoon. The good news is, by that time the fish n chips shop, George's, was in full swing. It was a pretty good lunch, and it did turn out to be the best fish n chips I had the whole time I was in Great Britain. Jaime Oliver knows his staples, I guess.
Doctor Faustus at The Globe was the only real thing on today's agenda, but I got to the area with plenty of time to explore. I walked across the Thames on the Millennium Bridge, just to say I did.
The play was quite good, and Arthur Darville (Roy from Doctor Who) made an excellent Mephistopheles. My only complaint was at the very end, the whole cast did an extreme bizarre curtain call involving the hellish demon puppets. It was inexplicable and kind of ruined the whole mood that play is supposed to put you in.
I got lost for the first time on the way back to the flat because of Tube closures. London is trying to cram 10 years of repair into 2 to get ready for the Olympics. I had to take a different line, and when I got off I thought I was walking parallel to where I wanted to go but was in fact walking perpendicular and missed my intersection. It only turned out to be about a 30 minute diversion, but it was a pleasant night and I didn't mind the walk.