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#TBT Lucha Libre

If I’m asked what to do, where to eat, and where to go in Mexico City then I’ll waffle on forever with a billion suggestions. If I have to narrow down my response to a single sentence with no more than five words? Go and see Lucha Libre. Is there anything more ‘Mexico City‘ than Lucha Libre? Methinks not. Food recommendations are all well and good, but the truth is you’re never more than a ten minute walk from a dozen damn fine places to eat. And the guide books and leaflets in hotels will list all the main tourist sites – there’ll be more than you can ever hope to visit. Sheesh, I spent six years trying and still have places to go.

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Lucha Libre in London

This is Year of Mexico here in the UK. To celebrate, there have been plenty of exhibitions and events organised. Most of which we’ve missed – they are largely London centric, and it’s a bit of an expensive trek to get up there every weekend. But we weren’t going to miss what we consider the big double header. First up, a Lucha Libre event at the Royal Albert Hall. In a couple of weeks, the Mexican Folklore Ballet company are putting in a performance.

The Royal Albert Hall is a somewhat posher venue that the Luchadores are used too. If they feared the atmosphere would also be somewhat politer than is normal, then they were in for a pleasant surprise. A packed hall featured plenty of Latinos and Latinos who provided the profanity. And a couple of Englishmen dressed as nuns provided the luchado baiting. Frankly, us Brits do comedy drag better than anyone. Finally there were some masked up Aussies behind us who provided enough politically incorrect wrestling suggestions to last a lifetime. In short, the atmosphere rocked.

Lucha Libre is great fun. It makes no pretence as to what it is. It’s theatre, comedy, light entertainment. With some gymnastics thrown in for good measure. Even those who think that it’s not going to be there cup of tea are usually pleasantly surprised. We had some pretty good seats, just four rows back. But it’s tough to photograph from a few rows back though. You can check out my efforts on Flickr though, just by clicking here


The BBC Proms

As a warm up to our day at the Olympic stadium, we went to see the Proms at the Royal Albert Hall. I must confess, I’m not much of a fan of classical music, although I do know a tune or two. So if my following thoughts seem a little ignorant, please forgive me. It’s just that I am utterly ignorant. We were in for a night of Wagner. I know little of Wagner, other than that Hitler really liked the chap. Which isn’t an auspicious start. But then Hitler did like German Shepherds, and they are marvellous dogs. So maybe Hitler wasn’t all bad, really. Just misunderstood, perhaps…

The first thing that occurred to me having taken our seats, was how very Mexican it all was. Not Germanic at all, in any sense. The orchestra and choir came in and took their seats. The crowd hushed. And we waited. And finally, a violinist and the conductor waddled in. Late. And everyone applauded. Only in Mexico is such tardiness so acceptable. The Nazi party would, surely, have had the two of them shot at dawn.

The Albert Hall is a fabulous venue. And the acoustics are wonderful. If someone so much as coughs on the other side of the building, you hear it as if the person sat next you had spluttered right in your ear. I think this became apparent to the whole audience, who would then stifle coughs until a gap in the music. At which point there would be a chorus of choking and coughing. Don’t go in flu season.

I see a marketing ploy for either Marlboro or a cough medicine company here. ‘Wagner at the Proms – sponsored by EasyWheeze’. Another obvious business opportunity that has currently been missed is for an A4 sized Kindle. What musician wouldn’t prefer to simple reach out with a violin bow to turn an electronic page, rather than lean uncomfortably forward to manually flick a paper leaf over by hand?

Back to the conductor. What does he do actually? I would imagine his job should be as simple as saying ‘go’, and then sitting back in a comfy chair and enjoying the performance with the rest of us. I don’t see what his purpose is. Look, I’ve done karaoke. Alone, in my bedroom – which is where all karaoke should be done. The song starts and I know just where to blurt out ‘Jumping Jack Flash’ or ‘Here Comes the Sun’. No conductor needed.

If professional musicians don’t know the songs they’re playing, then what the deuce?! And then, to cap it all off, at the end of the performance the conductor kicks off a twenty minute celebration of self back slapping, bowing, hand kissing and more bowing. If self-loathing has an opposite, here it is. I actually find it a little creepy and sleazy. Face the audience, take a bow, enjoy your two minute ovation, then bugger off. Please.

Anyway, having displaying my shocking level of musical ignorance, let me just say that we had a wonderful evening. Nice seats in a fabulous venue. We paid £15 p/p in advance, although you can get a spot on the floor for a fiver if you just turn up on the night. No dress code either, which is great for old scruffs like me. There’s something about the Albert Hall for everyone to love.  It’s very much the Belles Artes of London. Although the toilets in Belles Artes are better. This may sound a strange thing to say, but if you’ve had the opportunity to use them, you’ll know what I mean. You feel like you should polish the porcelain after peeing in Belles Artes.