I woke up at around 4am, ate, showered and made myself presentable, it was the day of my big trip to London, instead of wearing my usual Converse trainers I put of a pair of Sketchers as I’d be doing a lot of walking/ My aunt and cousin invited themselves along since they’d never been to London before, they met me at my house and we drove to the City where we caught a coach to our destination. The journey between parking the car and arriving at the coach station was interesting as we were 3 women along in the early hours of the morning, there was a mild sense of danger.
Got some sleep on the coach, woke back up as we were approaching London, the outer area is terrifying, it looks worse than most paki ghettos with several shops featuring non-English on the signs and a clear minority of white people. Central London however, was far more beautiful, she sheer scale of it is nothing like the rest of the country, incomparable. We first went to Buckingham Palace, then the House of Parliament (the most impressive sight by far), unfortunately Big Ben is having reconstructive work done so apart from the clock face all that could be seen was a scaffolding. At the time of our visit there was a protest occuring, an anti-raism/anti-DFLA one, wasn’t sure what they were until I googled them. An old white man handed me his placard, can’t quite recall his words, think he suggested it was suitable for me. An east Asian looking woman later said that I didn’t want to be caught with it so placed it down.
Next up was the London Eye, the queues took around an hour. The views weren’t amazing but we got to see The Shard, it was underwhelming much like Buckingham Palace.
We arrived in London at roughly 11:30am and it was now 4:00pm, out next move was to eat. Found a Subway but it wasn’t halal and they were out of veggie patties and Itallian bread. Luckily there was an Indian place not too far away, got some wraps that were well priced and delicious, would have given it 5 stars online but it’s already scored well enough. Floundered our way to Trafalgar Square next, too late to enter the National Gallery. Found a McDonalds and got a few McFlurrys, thought I’d lost my cousin who went to the bathroom but there was just a long queue. At the square a couple of people asked me to take photos of them, it was amusing that one set asked right after the second. The first was a family a pakis, the next were two white female friends. I guess this reinforces my thought that I now appear to be a much more approachable person.
I was then escorted to the theatre to catch my performance of ‘Hamilton’ while my cousin and aunt found other activities to partake in. Once in the building I initially struggled to find where I was supposed to go and took a detour to the theatre bar, club shop and bathroom. At the shop I bought a programme, would have liked to have taken a longer look around but felt a little anxious. My seats were front row and directly centre. The area between row A of the stalls and the stage is very narrow so as I was walking to my seat, I knocked over a cup of beer that had been placed on the floor, the cup belonged to the man sitting next me. I was the drink as it empties out of the glass and soaks into the carpet, I then take my seat and begin to read my programme. The partner of the person who the drink belongs to speaks up and says to me “that was a full glass of beer you knocked over”, I didn’t require and thinking time to respond and simply state that it was just sitting in the middle of the floor and get back to reading, didn’t even look up for long as I thought nothing of it. Not prepared to let this go she then asks “are you going to tell someone then or just sit there?”, in a heartbeat I reply “I think I’m gonna just sit here”.
She then says “thought so” or some other cuck response, gets up to tell the staff but they obviously don’t care in the slightest since the guy gives the woman cash to buy another cup. While she’s away, staff arrive to dry up the mess and ask the guy if he got wet, he says “no”. I take the offered napkin out of the black ushers hand and say “my shoes got a little wet”. I proceed to dab the toes of my Sketchers before placing the napkin back into the hands of the usher. Slightly later I rest my arms on the arm rest, the guy sitting next to me makes an aggressive attempt to push me off and take over the armrests but I hold my ground and he never attempts this again throughout the show. I feel that whole interaction went perfectly, not sure what I could have done better though I was just slightly put off during the show.
All the songs in the performance were performed well but I thought the plot was hard to follow at times unless you were familiar with history. During the interval I checked my programme for a timeline of Alexander Hamiltons life in order to attempt to keep track. No particular song grabbed me as it wasn’t that kind of show, no dialogue – everything was “sung”.
The stage was high so I couldn’t see half the actors bodies when they moved to the back/middle of the stage or even the stage floor but it was really cool when they stood at the front/centre of the stage because they were standing directly in front of me, sometimes they’d even point. Those were cool and unique/special moments no one in the theatre apart from me got to experience.
Trip home sucked, took 7 hours, difficult to rest, felt sick. Walk back to the car fely uncomfortable as there was a guy who seemed to be following us.
A nice day away from my troubles. Heard a story about my uncle though, there was going to be a work outing, my uncle researched the restaurant and was excited but unfortunately the outing was cancelled.
Forgot my copy of the programme when I left the coach, not a big deal, it wasn’t very good anyway.