I made it to Picadilly Circus and somehow came out right at the Criterion. The cheap seats were all obstructed view, and I couldn't stomach 20 pound seats (which weren't even really all that good) when I could have had them for ten if only I'd bought earlier. I just felt broke, broke, broke.
And then I got lost. I could see a church down one street and a pillar with a statue on top town another, but I suddenly didn't know where I was and there was no A to Zed to save me. I started panicking. I was hit by that feeling I got in Japan when I thought I don't speak the language, I will never be able to eat anything, except it was I'm in a town I don't know, I'm stuck here, and I am incapable of getting around on my own because this is not my home.
I did find the A to Zed and oriented myself, but all the joy had gone out of my evening and all I wanted to do was NOT rush around, have some noodles and a cider, and call the night done (and cheap).