Madam Tussauds and Monty Python

I met my Yankie pals early in the morning and we decided to walk to Madam Tussauds Wax mueseum, which took us up along Baker street, the same street where Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's famous Character Shirlock Holmes lived in the late 19th Century. After getting our tickets checked by the Australian man at the entrance to the wax mueseum, we busseled our way into the main viewing room along with a mass of other people. The models were all very clever, and it was easy to mistake one for an actual person as they were all just planted around the room, i was pretty impressed with Samuel L. Jackson and John Travolta, but i was dissapointed to find that just like my mate Tom Cruise, i would also be too short to date Nicole Kidman... We then walked through a couple of other themed rooms - pirates of the caribean, more celebs, sports people, royals, house of horrors, and then a history of the mueseum. Apparently, Mary Tussaud was commissioned in France in 17 hundred and something to make death masks of the French royal families who had been decapitated after the revolution. She kept copies for herself and went touring the country showing them to people, and slowly expanding her collection. So this light hearted attraction has a bit of a grizzly beginning.
After this we walked down the immensely busy Oxford street to get to Londons West end where we were going to see the Spamalot musical show. The street was so packed as a result of christmas shopping that we had to walk in a row behind each other just to make any forward progress. The musical was fantastic, losely based on 'the search for the holy grail' Monty Python movie, but with other fantastic additions such as a line of men doing a Russian dance that yelled 'Hay!' when an old lady dragging a cart of straw walked accross the stage. Classic stuff.