Much Ado About ending up in another random suburb.
Trip Start
Feb 17, 2009
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Trip End
Aug 18, 2009
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London,
England,
United Kingdom
Friday, June 26, 2009
Welcome to another edition of 'Where can Mick Hanlon End up tomorrow morning?'. Its quite a good game and I recommend it to anyone especially of your a tourist trying to see as much as a town has to offer especially all the cool side suburbs with the 'real people', not the wankers with all the cash flashing everywhere in the guts of the CBD.
Before I continue, I must fill you in. My good friend Fridge, aka Robin Nichols put me up again in Edinburgh after my Glasgow visit. He has a mate, we shall call him Ben Smith (since thats his real name) down the same time from Aus also from a similar profession to mine. We are good friends from the start. We then discover that we all have a mutual friend who is an actor in London and the latest play he stars in is showing when we are both in London. An offer to see this play - Much Ado About Nothing, in a church over 200 years old, set in day and as the night falls, the play turns to night using the natural ambience of the sun and the actors use the whole church acting around you is too hard to refuse (on Wednesday prior).
Now friday and Megan, another Aussie who is dossing at North Acton lunges at the opportunity as did I. The walk from Hampstead train station to the Church lead us past some quaint alleys and reminded me of Glasgow and Ashton Lane. We meet Ben over a beer at The Roebuck Tavern in Hampstead. Smashed a snealy pint of Fosters and headed for the St Stephen's Church. Megan, Ben and I got a nice little table, front row, one of the eight there and soaked up the beauty of the old (not by most standards) house of god and admired the craftmanship and detail of the stained glass, and the stonemasonry.
St Stephens
The play began and we were off. It did take me pretty much all of the 1st half to tune my shakespeare script. The 2nd half was a breeze. The story os quite clever and typical of shakespeare, death, controversy, treachery committed by my old school friend, Damien Warren-Smith. The play finshed with a louds applause and appreciation from the audience, this novice writer included!! Good show indeed!!!
To the Roebuck for celebrative drinks and catch up drinks, since I haven't seen Damien since we were in high school, 12 years ago!!! Shit, time flies!!! We ended up getting quite toasty there, Megan follows her nose to a party down the road, leaving Ben, Damo and myself. We stumble to the bus stop and discover a bridesmade from a wedding up the road and she puts up with our banter until we depart her for Convent Garden in search of a place of food and more alcohol. Food is the only battle we won and end up (after another night bus) back in Damo Neighbourhood in Gipsy Hill and nestle into the Two Towers. Apparently sometimes they couldn't be assesd closing so we exploited this late night last minute party option and watch the sun come up re-filling our pints more and more slowly. Ben left his party pants at home so he retired about 3.30am. Damo and I accompanied by the owner and two trashed ringings to Damo's better/worser half's house. By 8.30am I really pushing shit up hill to keep my party pants on so I leave for home knowing full well Dan O'D is relying on this little Aussie to resdesvous at lunchtime.
The walk home is shit but pleasant, how does htta make sense you ask? I had a lovely eggson toast and coffee from a little dodgey diner for 2.40 squid and loved it!!, got to read the paper and people watch briefly. The weather was brilliant, cool breeze, clear sky and watching workers start their day. Shithouse was my heels!! Blistered up from my new sexy dancing boots for Dylans Wedding to sex up my suit I'm about to send over to France.
I had to hobble home, refusing to carry my shoes, pride mixed with a dash of stubborness can be a shit combo and painful too.
