London has literally been around forever. With a multitude of sights, sounds, smells and tastes, there's something for everyone. In the past month, I myself have begun to scratch the surface on weekends. Come forth and let me share my experiences. Or, if you want to know what it's really like, watch Love Actually.
My first jaunt was to a cinema so secret, it's called Secret Cinema. The date was Sunday 5th March, the film Moulin Rouge. For those unfamiliar with the concept, you while away an evening in a purpose built set, combining live action performances with a screening of the film in question. Nothing's secret really, as the film and location are provided beforehand. Presumably, this is so people aren't left wandering the streets, wondering what they've signed up for.
Photos are strictly forbidden, but I'd describe my venture to late 19th century Montmartre as boozy, magical and slightly embarrassing, when one of the actors tried to make me dance. That said, I did take the below photo of items I returned home with from the 'spectacular, spectacular'.
My first jaunt was to a cinema so secret, it's called Secret Cinema. The date was Sunday 5th March, the film Moulin Rouge. For those unfamiliar with the concept, you while away an evening in a purpose built set, combining live action performances with a screening of the film in question. Nothing's secret really, as the film and location are provided beforehand. Presumably, this is so people aren't left wandering the streets, wondering what they've signed up for.
Photos are strictly forbidden, but I'd describe my venture to late 19th century Montmartre as boozy, magical and slightly embarrassing, when one of the actors tried to make me dance. That said, I did take the below photo of items I returned home with from the 'spectacular, spectacular'.
Clockwise from top left: business card, blue handkerchief,
fake francs, blueprints of my latest invention
fake francs, blueprints of my latest invention
The following weekend included a not-so-secret trip to the 02 Academy, Brixton. The date was Sunday 12th March, and along with a mix of people I had and hadn't previously met, I watched Jamie xx headline and host a charity show, which ran from 2-8pm. This show was sandwiched between a run of gigs at the Brixton Academy by The xx, called 'Night & Day', although I must stress that the show I attended did only run until the late evening.
Rules are more relaxed than Secret Cinema when it comes to the taking of photos. I'd describe my venture to the early-to-mid-20th-century constructed music venue as boozy, magical and slightly annoying, when a human being who must have been 8ft tall stood in front of me.
Proceedings on the final two weekends of March followed an all together different format. I had no plans on either Saturday 18th or Sunday 19th, and given the Westminster terrorist attack on Wednesday 15th, no appetite for adventure. Instead I saved myself for Saturday 25th and Sunday 26th, and a trip to Coventry for the double-header of my nieces 4th birthday and Mother's Day. In our post-apocalyptic Brexit world, I'd be safe from terror in Coventry.
Yes, the city was infamously flattened the last time we had beef with our European neighbours. It did even cross my mind, on entering the city limits, that I couldn't have possibly picked a more dangerous place to visit, but I had committed and really do hate letting people down.
And so back to the big smoke, the continued job search, and the countless walks. Luckily, there's still plenty for me to see here; from canals to cathedrals, palaces to parks. London actually does have a lot going for it.
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