So we found ourselves in London, waking up in a very nice hotel on Saturday morning courtesy of a night out with Adobe on Friday. Now, neither of us is a great fan of taking the train into town on a weekend, so the opportunity to do something different when we were there anyway was too good to pass up.
Abbaworld it was.
This is an exhibition under Earls Court that started a couple of weeks ago and runs for a couple of months. ’25 rooms of memorabilia’, it promised, and that’s exactly what you got.
Original outfits, press clippings, about a billion gold discs*, a reproduction of the studio where they recorded all of their songs, the front of the helicopter from the Arrival album cover (they said, but we had our doubts), more gold discs, and more TVs showing clips and interviews than Agnetha could shake her hips at.
Now I had guessed it would take us a couple of hours to go around it (Rich thought I was overestimating) but as we looked at our watches on the way back out it had been three hours. And that was without doing any of the karaoke, dancing or performing with the hologram Abba. That has to be good, doesn’t it? Doubly so since we’d not noticed the time passing.
So, recommended? Very much. If you’re in London already and don’t have to struggle in on third-rate public transport it’s about as close as you’re going to get to the Abba experience without a time machine.
* possibly actually fewer
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