A History of Magic – Exhibit – London

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I have been a fan of Harry Potter since the first book was released. When the 20 years Harry Potter celebrations started and I saw this poster of a phoenix, I had to read what the British Library was doing to celebrate one of the now iconic books which have been read by two generations while growing up.  I already found out that the exhibit is about real historic artifacts that are linked to magic but also some artifacts that are linked to the Harry Potter books themselves. I can’t wait to see how the exhibit is set up!

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Tom Helsen try-out, het depot

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Ever since the summer of 2005 and seeing this Belgian singer-songwriter on the Pyramid Marquee at Rock Werchter, I have been listening to Tom Helsen. So when I saw that he would be doing a try-out of his eighth studio album “Cupcakes”, I just had to see and listen what the new tracks are like.

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My trip to London (November)

This trip to London was planned right after I bought tickets to see “No man’s land”. I had to find a friend to go along since I had booked two tickets so I put a vague description on my facebook wall and the first person who reacted to it (and actually had the money to go to the theatre – which was one and the same person) could come along with me.

After the initial plan to go to the theatre, the other things to do started to follow. Since Sanne is also a Harry Potter fan, it wasn’t hard to convince her to go to the Studios. Likewise it wasn’t hard to convince her to go to see Wicked, since last time she was in London she went to a musical too.

I had forgotten that we would be leaving on a public Holiday in Belgium, so about a week before departure, I panicked a little thinking I might not get to Brussels on time to catch my train. But the panic subsided when I saw that I didn’t have tickets for the first train out but the second, which did leave me some breathing room in the morning.

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