Last September, my friend and I went into Birmingham to watch the Lion King. We got to New Street Station and got a little bit lost walking to the Hippodrome - we went in completely the wrong direction, making the five minute journey last twenty-five minutes. We were only seconds away from being shut out of the first half of the show but luckily we made it just in time. We both loved the performance and I would definitely recommend watching it if you are contemplating going.
After the show, we made our way back to New Street and used the time we were waiting for the train to catch up on recent life events as we don't get to see each other much. The train pulled up a bit early so we got on it. About twenty minutes into the journey, my friend realised she didn't recognise the surroundings. Turns out we had gotten on the wrong train, in the wrong direction.
- Source: londontheatredirect.com
