No Direction

The highlight of our visit to friends in St Albans was to be a trip to Madame Tussaud's for both 13 year olds to drool over One Direction.

All was going well.

We got the train we needed, got to MT's for our allotted ticket slot (tickets ordered online means you don't have to queue round the block to get in) and walked straight in. It was busy but the girls have well honed elbow skills and were willing to take no prisoners when it came to taking selfies with all and sundry. But we came to the exit and shop signs and hadn't seen hide nor hair of Liam, Zayn et al. So I accosted a security guard.

We came to England, One Direction are vacationing in Berlin, they'll be back in August, when we'll be back in Germany*. The girls hid their disappointment well and when we expalined our sorry tale to the cashier (like I was going to make it through the shop and out without having to buy something?) he gave us a voucher for free entry on our next visit, good P.R., very impressive, although whether we do make it back within the six month period remains to be seen.


* actually we'll be in Spain for the first half of August but that's by the by.