“Oooh!” “Ahhh!” “I liked that one.”
Being in London for big events like Halloween, new years eve and Guy Fawkes night (for the uninitiated, this is the evening that English people choose to let off lots of fireworks and light a bonfire) is a real treat.
One can tell when it is approximately Guy Fawkes night. Loud bangs (rather unusual noises for Chelsea and Kensington) become frequent. The posh family that live in the house opposite my Halls of residence turn their immaculate garden into a pyrotechnics showground for children who really should be standing further back from the burning show (in spite of their parents’ protests).
The Holbein and Willis Jackson hall seniors decided to take keen residents to the nearby (and usually rather spectacular) Battersea Park fireworks display. I was meant to be taking more money conscious residents to watch the display with thousands of people from across the river. A series of unfortunate events meant I lost everyone, so I was left with myself, my music, tens of thousands of happy people and my thoughts.
The fireworks were indeed spectacular.
I then went to my friend’s house in white city (seeing BBC television centre on the way – I’d never been so close to the blue peter garden!) got rather drunk and had lots of silly conversations.