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I went and saw them Wednesday night at the Hammersmith Apollo.
I've known Glenn Tilbrook for more years than I care to remember, he's a local lad, we're not close but we chat and always seem to turn up at the same places.
Anyways, I was on the guest list so I thought why the hell not, although I must have seen them play a gazillion times before.
It was good, I was surprised to see that since the last time I'd been at the Hammersmith Apollo (then Hammersmith Odeon) they've ripped out all the seats on the ground floor and you can take a beer in there now. I can't remember the last band I saw there, after thinking it was either Rush, Motorhead or John Martyn.
So I was at the after gig booze up and noticed that the two mates I'd travelled there with had disappeared. Gone. vanished. The gits
Dunno where they went, maybe they pulled, lol
I noticed it was gone midnight so made my way home. I managed to get the last tube train from Hammersmith to the Embankment but Charing Cross Station was shut.
Oh poop. Here I am, Central London, stranded at 1am.
I was looking a little lost and some geezer asked me if I wanted a cab but when I asked him how much he said £40.00. I gave him a two word answer the second word of which was 'off' and the first word began with 'f'
So I walked down the Strand, thinking I'd at least head south across the river and maybe get a mini cab.
And then walked across Waterloo Bridge and at the end of the bridge was...... a bus stop
Where all the night buses stopped, including the N1 which went right to my home.
Fifteen minutes later I was on my way home for a £2.00 bus fare. Groovy
Yep, I know what you're thinking, I've lived here all my life and still don't know how to find my way home
Truth is, I think this is the first time since I can remember that I've had to find my way home on me own and without transport. The fact I was three parts gone to the wind with copious amounts of Guinness didn't help either
Still don't know what happened to me two mates, but I'll probably see 'em down the pub tomorrow.
Here's a review of the Tuesday show from the London Evening Standard, I took some pix, I'll resize them in Photshop and add them in another post here, but not sure when. Deffo before Sunday though
I've known Glenn Tilbrook for more years than I care to remember, he's a local lad, we're not close but we chat and always seem to turn up at the same places.
Anyways, I was on the guest list so I thought why the hell not, although I must have seen them play a gazillion times before.
It was good, I was surprised to see that since the last time I'd been at the Hammersmith Apollo (then Hammersmith Odeon) they've ripped out all the seats on the ground floor and you can take a beer in there now. I can't remember the last band I saw there, after thinking it was either Rush, Motorhead or John Martyn.
So I was at the after gig booze up and noticed that the two mates I'd travelled there with had disappeared. Gone. vanished. The gits
Dunno where they went, maybe they pulled, lol
I noticed it was gone midnight so made my way home. I managed to get the last tube train from Hammersmith to the Embankment but Charing Cross Station was shut.
Oh poop. Here I am, Central London, stranded at 1am.
I was looking a little lost and some geezer asked me if I wanted a cab but when I asked him how much he said £40.00. I gave him a two word answer the second word of which was 'off' and the first word began with 'f'
So I walked down the Strand, thinking I'd at least head south across the river and maybe get a mini cab.
And then walked across Waterloo Bridge and at the end of the bridge was...... a bus stop
Where all the night buses stopped, including the N1 which went right to my home.
Fifteen minutes later I was on my way home for a £2.00 bus fare. Groovy
Yep, I know what you're thinking, I've lived here all my life and still don't know how to find my way home
Truth is, I think this is the first time since I can remember that I've had to find my way home on me own and without transport. The fact I was three parts gone to the wind with copious amounts of Guinness didn't help either
Still don't know what happened to me two mates, but I'll probably see 'em down the pub tomorrow.
Here's a review of the Tuesday show from the London Evening Standard, I took some pix, I'll resize them in Photshop and add them in another post here, but not sure when. Deffo before Sunday though
