The Mike Haddad Show: This is relevant to my interests.

Today we went to Warwick Castle and then into Stratford. We left at 8:30 in the morning. That was horrible considering I had just reached the paramount of human stupidity yesterday - sleep was hard to get. The ride to Warwick was probably just was interesting as Warwick, and probably more interesting than Stratford. Then again it probably had something to do with the pain that started kicking in halfway through the day.

The architecture of Warwick itself was a little disappointing. Walking up to the outer walls I was dazzled by the size of it. I was expecting to see the sheer size of the castle's outer walls to be conintued. All it was really continued in was one tower that was two stories higher than the wall (okay, I know that was probably something astounding when it was built, but I was expecting the part of the main building to be that high.).

The arctivites at Warwick made up for what I thought was lacking in the architecture. It was as if everyone was giving 110%. We made friends with the Rat Lady before we went into the dungeon (oh man did it smell) so when we saw her show she made a point of making it clear that she wasn't going to pick me or anyone I was with for her show. After that we went into the wax museum (it sucked, but it doesn't count because no one was there to give 110%). The Red Knight was after the museum; he was really good too. He was probably the worst of the live shows, so that says a lot. When he was done he walked us down to the bird show. Oh that was classic. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. The new bird got lost, and the older eagle found another place to find food. The jester was good, but the archer was by far the best live show there was. (--I agree, the archer is great--) It made me think about video games (I know it's bad, but there's nothing I can do about it). By the time 2:00 came around, everyone was ready to go back and sleep. Instead we had to go all the way down to Stratford. By this point my jaw and throat were starting to swell up and hurt, so my mood was going out the window. So not only was I tired when we got to Stratford, I was grumpy and having trouble swallowing.

Startford was boring. I couldn't understand why everyone goes there. We saw where Shakespeare was buried, some people went to see where he was born, but I went to find icecream to try and soothe my neck - it didn't help.

It probably would have been better if Warwick and Stratford were two different trips (I wouldn't have gone to Stratford.). I can understand why they're both on the same trip though - they're both out of the way, but they're near each other. Oh well, for anyone who wants to go back themselves, I'd recommend Warwick (and if you're really into Shakespeare I guess you can go to Stratford too).

Thanks!
Mike.

Response Mark:86%
Comments:I'm not fussy with Straford either, I prefer Straford Ontario. Good work.