House Of Wax

Yes we finally descended into tourist heaven, Madame Tussauds.

It was surprisingly entertaining considering the morning pretty much consisted of wandering through large rooms filled with people and mannequins. We could have just hung out at Myer.

I loved the strange sense of awe that arose when looking at these imitation celebs, a sense of awe mixed with a feeling of stupidity for feeling awe while looking at an inanimate object. The wax works manage to place the celebrities on a pedestal (sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally) as well as making them entirely accessible. These people are just people, just with bigger heads (quite literally).

Things I have learnt from Madame Tussauds:

Tussauds is spelt without an apostrophe
Tom Cruise, Mel Gibson and Gandhi are short arses;
J-Lo has a seriously large booty;
Jennifer Aniston does not look like herself without good hair;
Marie (Madame Tussaud) made the death masque of Marie Antoinette after she had her (not so) pretty little head cut off.

If you want to see all the obligatory stupid positions I posed in then check out the gallery.





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