I went down to London today for a quick meeting with someone who I can’t mention. A big household name of a brand though, I was quite in awe. Nice bunch of people, I’m rather hoping it’s the start of good things.
After my gig and quick de-brief over a coffee with the two people from ‘our side’ I went in with, I had 1 hour 37 minutes to kill (not including the time it would have taken to trek the 6 or so stops back to London Kings Cross. Here’s how I spent my 1 hour 37 minutes.
1./ I went to Waterloo bridge which was just around the corner from where I was meeting, owing to it’s impressive tourist check-list of things that can be seen from a single location (The Shard, The Thames, London Eye,
Big Ben St. Stephen’s Tower and the Houses of Parliament, St Paul Cathedral, The Gherkin, and Carney Wharfe) and took these snaps..
2./ As the weather had turned out nice again, I decide to walk a few stops instead of going underground and saw Roy Walker whilst walking through the West End, yes THE Roy Walker (I’m fairly sure, owing to it looking like him and sounding like him with his Northern Irish accent). He was telling someone about the woes of paperwork. Turns out even the mega celeb has to endure file management.
4./ Jumped on a tube, got given (yes given!) two (yes two!) free (yes free!) newspapers. One of them which I read on the train later (Time Out London) talked about how a building dubbed the walkie talkie building, refracted and reflected light so much in a certain way last week that it set fire to stuff and people actually tried (and succeeded) to cook an egg on the pavement. The other story of interest was of a Greenpeace awareness campaign where they took a 3 tonne polar bear robot around London, to draw attention to the plight of the ever threatened polar regions.
5./ Got to Kings Cross with enough time on my hands to squeeze in just one more thing, so I went to Housmans – London’s premier radical bookshop. A fascinating place that I wished I’d had more time on my hands to browse around with. Heavy-weight political themes and radical idea championing. I’d ended up there semi randomly (I google mapped ‘bookshop’, thinking there’d be a slim hope chance I might find a copy of the book I’m reading on my Kindle at the moment, yet left at home). They had a second hand basement – an archive of books and pamphlets of a political, activist, and (obviously) radical bent. Tucked away in dusty corners, I spied interesting looking pamphlets and spent placards from political rallies gone by. The place had a unique feel to it, I wish I could have spent more time there.
6./ Got on the train with seconds to spare.
Meanwhile back in Harrogate, Eirene weaned Annie. She’s had 3 meals of pulp today including porrage, mushed up stuff for lunch and mushed up stuff for tea (pasta and courgette, which I’ve just fed her funny scrunched up not quite sure about the whole thing face).
All in all a pretty groovy day.