One of those customary photos you just have to take. Winter is approaching and Londoners are still waiting for the snow the weatherman has been promising for weeks.

I was once called a philistine for my ostensible lack of interest for theatrics and play. The thing is, it's not that I don't enjoy going on a fun-filled evening spent rubbing shoulders with culturally-sophisticated folks; the lack of enthusiasm for musicals is in most part driven by the lack of moolah. That is in itself an interesting study on opportunity cost. For instance, going for the Blue Man Group would cost me at least 20 pounds. That means I would have to sacrifice 6 trips to the movie theater (assuming I get a two-tickets-for-the-price-of-one deal, I pay £2.90/movie) and two large Doritos. I love my movies and Doritos too much to want to part with 20 quid.

I wouldn't mind spending on plays and musicals as long as the price doesn't cross the psychological barrier of 10 quid. That was why I went for the LSE Malaysian Society's rendition of No Time for Fig Leaves. The 5 pounds spent was totally worth it. I love the premise of the play (two men found alive in a post-nuclear-disaster-which-killed-all-men-but-spared-the-women world) and the cast was amazing; the acting was so good that it was Oscar-worthy! I like the fact that the whole thing was done live and that there could have been potentially disastrous scew-ups; it really shows the effort put into making the play go without a hitch.

Really, it wasn't a bad start for what was my first play outing. Now, if only I could find a way to finance my latent liking for theatrics and play. Anonymous monetary bestowment is encouraged.