The Madame Tussauds Wax Museum - I've never really seen the point. People get that it's just wax, right? It's the same thing as walking though a room full of cardboard cut-outs and if I wanted to do that, I'd just go to my neighbourhood Shoppers Drug Mart where a random Justin Beiber cut-out works the cosmetics counter. It freaks me out everytime I see it.
When I was living in New York City, the Madame Tussauds in Times Square would put out on the sidewalk a different figure every day. And so, even though it seems very dumb and even though he would never look at the camera, Tracy and I took a picture. However, it is not as dumb as paying $30 to tour the museum. They're not REAL, people!!!
(Man, what was I thinking with those teeny tiny sunglasses?)
I've always thought that the likenesses weren't quite spot on. By this I mean, they look like a melting version of the best impressionist working the clubs off the Vegas strip.
However, it seems like they finally got one right:
Another time while in New York City (or probably the same day, judging from my outfit) we actually met Scary Spice. Those who know me, know how major a life event this was. However, any time anyone sees the picture (proudly displayed in my kitchen, near the .... spice rack, if you will) they automatically think it's a wax mannequin.
But all I have to do is whip out the first picture that she and I took together, just moments before, and it is clear that it was all too real:
I think her exact words after our first attempt were, "Bollocks, that was shitty. Let's try again. And then let's be best friends. Will you replace Ginger?"