The Urine Dungeon

After hitting the message boards quickly, Bret was able to track down a United-friendly pub in South London for us to watch the 1st leg of the Roma-United quarterfinal of the Champions League. We headed down to Clapham and although the pub was mainly United, the supporters there were a bit disappointing...not very rowdy at all, which is not what we're used to at this point.

Equally disappointing for Bret was the result with Scholes being sent off and United losing 2-1, but the game was really marred by the act of the Italian police who literally beat the shite out of the United supporters who were jawing back and forth with the Roma faithful.

All the coverage I saw was pretty bad for the police, so I can only imagine what the 2nd leg will be like back at Old Trafford.

Thursday was a big walk-around day as we first visited the Tate Modern museum which was overwhelmingly massive. We didn't do the pay exhibit, but we were still there a good 3-4 hours, there is so much to see.

A lot of cool stuff from Dali, Pollock, Picasso, Warhol, etc. We both made the mistake of taking our time early instead of spending more time with the works we really liked so by the end of it we were a bit tuckered out.

(I begged Bret to go, but he refused.)

We weren't too tired to give the London Dungeon a go though. We'd walked by it a good half dozen times already and every time the queue was as long as the Nile River, but we happened upon it just before it was closing so we got right in. I don't want to spoil it for anyone, but what a waste of money. It was 17 quid each and the first thing you're hit with when you walk into the first area while you wait for the next group to make their way through is the intense whiff of urine. The most you could do was breathe through your mouth, but then you could nearly taste it. I felt like I had passed out in the trough back at the Old Trafford toilets.

We powered on, but both of us were expecting "actors" to jump out at us or sneak up on us from behind some of the sets, but the most they could do is put a bunch of dummies scattered about. The actors that did have a pulse were not much better than their inanimate colleagues however. It was as if they set out to put the "show" together and couldn't decide to make it educational, a haunted house, a kid's playroom or a bad horror show spoof on cable access television. It was very sad...one minute they'd talk about Jack the Ripper and list the entire population of the civilized world one by one as if they were all suspects, then they'd turn around and talk about how "horrifying" (AHHHH!!!!) the London Fire was. I'm sure it was, but was it haunted house scary or just a tragedy?

Make up your mind, Urine Dungeon! They even sneak in a boat ride where you're waiting to have the crap scared out of you cause it's pitch black, but all you get is a little dip down a ramp and a strobe light goes off which turns out to be a picture of you that they want you to purchase later. Booo...

But enough about that...Thursday night we were low key cause we were so exhausted. Not to mention, we were amped (at least I was) for the Arsenal Stadium tour. We're headed there today, so more on that later...