I have discovered that their is a route designed to allow you to visit all the london monopoly spaces in one day .
So I have decided one day this year to complete this challenge. Watch this space for more details.
Saturday, 11 January 2014
Sunday, 5 January 2014
Future cinema Ghostbusters 22nd
It was a grey and rainy night when I set off for the Troxy Cinema limehouse to be immersed in the interactive cinema experience that is future cinema. Except it wasn't the tricky but the Sedgwick hotel ballroom and it was 1984 and I was attending an evening to celebrate a fashion icon.
One moment I was queuing in an alley down the side of the cinema next I saw a flash of light reflected from a building and I turned and there was a very familiar white Cadillac ambulance heading towards me complete with crew of Ghostbusters and then their was a reporter and someone with a camcorder interviewing the girls in the queue behind me about their haute couture. The girls response was mango which prompted the reporter to say Maaan- goooo in her best fake American accent . "Ain't that some kind of fruit."
The queue started moving forward and we edged round the corner skirting a New York cop patrolling the pavement. We plunged into the world of the Ghostbusters.
We were asked to hopscotch through the lobby and walked into the main cinema. The front was an array of tables and acting on information from Naomi one of our party who had been before but hadn't been before Craig and I the first two to arrive headed for a table right at the front.
It turned out to be a great choice although it turned out Naomi had meant a table at the front of the raised area rather than right near the stage but it did mean we were right in the thick of the action.
Craig and I settled in our table having saved various seats for members of our party by distributing scarves and coats.
Now there is a disadvantage in going to events with meetup where fancy dress is expected. So when someone dressed as a Ghostbusters Sat at our table I wasn't sure whether it was a member of our party or an actor. So when he accused me of looking at him funny I wasn't too sure what to do . However clued up by the mango conversation I thought on my feet and said " I was looking at you with respect for the great job you re doing keeping the city free from ghosts" He then shook my hand. and we had a short chat.
The rest of the group drifted in and I could then explore. The back of the audiotorium was dressed with vintage desks with seriously retro gear floppy disks , big computers , rotary phones. Their were microscopes to peer into. More desks, an evidence room with various props.
Their was some very American food . Our table was wafted by the scent of popcorn and while we were waiting for rest of our party.
We had prime seat right at the front and once the film started we were prime position for seeing all the shenanigans. Ranging from holographic ghosts getting zapped
Reenactments of parts of the film .
The grand finale was half the tables being stripped away in our section. Not ours to start with to allow for the inflating of a certain giant marshmallow sailor. Shortly afterwards when the film was over our tables were also spirited away and then it was time to dance like it was 1984 The only problem was that I had to leave early well about 10 30 for my traditional mad dash to Euston.. it was a great way to finish my Alternative nightlife adventure in2013 which had taken me from seedy Victorian glamour in a railway tunnel to loud brash 1980s "glamour " in an art deco cinema pretending to be the ballroom of a new York hotel . What a journey :) Here's to 2014.
One moment I was queuing in an alley down the side of the cinema next I saw a flash of light reflected from a building and I turned and there was a very familiar white Cadillac ambulance heading towards me complete with crew of Ghostbusters and then their was a reporter and someone with a camcorder interviewing the girls in the queue behind me about their haute couture. The girls response was mango which prompted the reporter to say Maaan- goooo in her best fake American accent . "Ain't that some kind of fruit."
The queue started moving forward and we edged round the corner skirting a New York cop patrolling the pavement. We plunged into the world of the Ghostbusters.
We were asked to hopscotch through the lobby and walked into the main cinema. The front was an array of tables and acting on information from Naomi one of our party who had been before but hadn't been before Craig and I the first two to arrive headed for a table right at the front.
It turned out to be a great choice although it turned out Naomi had meant a table at the front of the raised area rather than right near the stage but it did mean we were right in the thick of the action.
Craig and I settled in our table having saved various seats for members of our party by distributing scarves and coats.
Now there is a disadvantage in going to events with meetup where fancy dress is expected. So when someone dressed as a Ghostbusters Sat at our table I wasn't sure whether it was a member of our party or an actor. So when he accused me of looking at him funny I wasn't too sure what to do . However clued up by the mango conversation I thought on my feet and said " I was looking at you with respect for the great job you re doing keeping the city free from ghosts" He then shook my hand. and we had a short chat.
The rest of the group drifted in and I could then explore. The back of the audiotorium was dressed with vintage desks with seriously retro gear floppy disks , big computers , rotary phones. Their were microscopes to peer into. More desks, an evidence room with various props.
Their was some very American food . Our table was wafted by the scent of popcorn and while we were waiting for rest of our party.
We had prime seat right at the front and once the film started we were prime position for seeing all the shenanigans. Ranging from holographic ghosts getting zapped
Reenactments of parts of the film .
The grand finale was half the tables being stripped away in our section. Not ours to start with to allow for the inflating of a certain giant marshmallow sailor. Shortly afterwards when the film was over our tables were also spirited away and then it was time to dance like it was 1984 The only problem was that I had to leave early well about 10 30 for my traditional mad dash to Euston.. it was a great way to finish my Alternative nightlife adventure in2013 which had taken me from seedy Victorian glamour in a railway tunnel to loud brash 1980s "glamour " in an art deco cinema pretending to be the ballroom of a new York hotel . What a journey :) Here's to 2014.
Lists and monopoly challenge 2014
Lists a r e everywhere from the 12 days of Christmas to those lists of new year resolutions you make then throw aside.
When I go back to work tomorrow I'll have a to do list . I'll have an inbox full of emails which is its own kind of list.
My discovery of meetup started with a local listings leaflet and I went to a list making event last year. I attended 31 events last year due to a good friends list. Check it out at ginglelistseverything.
I run a prize for my doodling at a list making event.
Over Christmas we played monopoly and while I was being thrashed by my sister I realised that over the last year I'd been to a lot of them.
I'd done ghost bus tours from Northumberland Avenue
-Gone to a work conference at whitehall
-SHambles through Leicester Square as a zombie
-Listened to West End show songs in Leicester Square
-Seen a Show on The Strand
-Gone to s pub on Oxford Street before going out at the katzenjammer club
- Been down Fleet Street on a ghost bus
-Got off at Kings Cross to go to a Steam punk Halloween Party
Walked down Euston Road on the way to a course induction
-Notched up Regents street and Piccadilly as a Zombie
-Been to Coventry Street to see the book of Mormon.
Not bad going 11out of 28 squares without trying so I half jokingly said I'd try and visit them all in 2014 and promptly forgot about it .
This morning with a case of cabin fever I set off for london to track down a branch of shipyards and get some Chai. I decided on a branch on the Strand and it was only because I was convinced that Charing cross was one of the stations t hat made me think of it.
However the Strand is one as is Trafalgar Square which I walked past as I went up towards Charing cross road as is Oxford Street which I wandered along and as my bus went along Euston Road to get to Euston station address Euston Road.
So without trying I've racked up 4 of the 28 so I think it's worth giving it a go
So 4 down 24 to go . Suggestions for the waterworks and electricity company gratefully accepted.
One red and I can start building houses . So watch out Fleet Street.
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When I go back to work tomorrow I'll have a to do list . I'll have an inbox full of emails which is its own kind of list.
My discovery of meetup started with a local listings leaflet and I went to a list making event last year. I attended 31 events last year due to a good friends list. Check it out at ginglelistseverything.
I run a prize for my doodling at a list making event.
Over Christmas we played monopoly and while I was being thrashed by my sister I realised that over the last year I'd been to a lot of them.
I'd done ghost bus tours from Northumberland Avenue
-Gone to a work conference at whitehall
-SHambles through Leicester Square as a zombie
-Listened to West End show songs in Leicester Square
-Seen a Show on The Strand
-Gone to s pub on Oxford Street before going out at the katzenjammer club
- Been down Fleet Street on a ghost bus
-Got off at Kings Cross to go to a Steam punk Halloween Party
Walked down Euston Road on the way to a course induction
-Notched up Regents street and Piccadilly as a Zombie
-Been to Coventry Street to see the book of Mormon.
Not bad going 11out of 28 squares without trying so I half jokingly said I'd try and visit them all in 2014 and promptly forgot about it .
This morning with a case of cabin fever I set off for london to track down a branch of shipyards and get some Chai. I decided on a branch on the Strand and it was only because I was convinced that Charing cross was one of the stations t hat made me think of it.
However the Strand is one as is Trafalgar Square which I walked past as I went up towards Charing cross road as is Oxford Street which I wandered along and as my bus went along Euston Road to get to Euston station address Euston Road.
So without trying I've racked up 4 of the 28 so I think it's worth giving it a go
So 4 down 24 to go . Suggestions for the waterworks and electricity company gratefully accepted.
One red and I can start building houses . So watch out Fleet Street.
-
Monday, 30 December 2013
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups of coffee or my year in Meetup
So 2013 comes to an end , life has changed so much over the past 12 months . I changed jobs at work learned to drive and dipped a tentative toe into the world of internet dating. However more than anything i got out and met up , dressed up , met people , made some great friends and met some lovely people and boogied the night away I saw parts of the day I'd forgotten existed and stumbled out of taxis in the wee small hours, braved night buses and made mad dashes to Euston station. So in a spirit of reflection this was my year in Meet Up
23 x sorties in fancy dress
2 x braving roller disco
2 x canal festivals
7 quiz nights
2 lots of bingo
1 ghost bus tour
9 x trips to the Theatre
1 to the O2
2 lots of Zombies
lots of face paint
31 trips out with Watford Social
31 with Alternative Nightlife
How do you measure a year indeed?
Maybe in Decades
For example my first meetup with Alternative nightlife was the Leyshon Brothers which was Victorian so 1837 -1901
Next in chronological order was a trip to the 1920's in fact more than 1 in fact 1920's must be in fashion as
Black Cotton Club
Die Freche Muse
Herr Kettners Cabaret
all covered the 1920's with music , dancing , cabaret and general air of decadence
Blitz Party did double duty for the 1930's and 1940's swing dancing the night away in some atmospheric railway tunnels
1950's was covered by Joe's Camden , a few drinks to some tunes in a 50's bar
1960's was somewhat more problematic however did listen twice to a very good cover band the Slaves at a local pub which played music from the Beetles and the Stones
1970's was covered by several visits to Disco Inferno at Watford Colloseum
1980's was covered by a visit to Cannon Street to Strictly Electric 80's dreams and a step back to 1984 with Future Cinema as I stepped back into the realm of Ghostbusters
How do you measure a year? In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year in the life?
In fancy dress costumes maybe
April saw a trip back into the 1970's with Disco Inferno
May was a missed opportunity with no fancy dress opportunities at all
June however made up for a slow start to the year with:
1) The Black Rabbit at Rumpus
2)RAF at Blitz Party
3)A trip back to the Circus as a Ringmaster/ Lion
4 and a trip back to Disco Inferno
July saw a touch of Vintage Glamour with Black Cotton Club and Die Freche Muse
23 x sorties in fancy dress
2 x braving roller disco
2 x canal festivals
7 quiz nights
2 lots of bingo
1 ghost bus tour
9 x trips to the Theatre
1 to the O2
2 lots of Zombies
lots of face paint
31 trips out with Watford Social
31 with Alternative Nightlife
How do you measure a year indeed?
Maybe in Decades
For example my first meetup with Alternative nightlife was the Leyshon Brothers which was Victorian so 1837 -1901
Next in chronological order was a trip to the 1920's in fact more than 1 in fact 1920's must be in fashion as
Black Cotton Club
Die Freche Muse
Herr Kettners Cabaret
all covered the 1920's with music , dancing , cabaret and general air of decadence
Blitz Party did double duty for the 1930's and 1940's swing dancing the night away in some atmospheric railway tunnels
1950's was covered by Joe's Camden , a few drinks to some tunes in a 50's bar
1960's was somewhat more problematic however did listen twice to a very good cover band the Slaves at a local pub which played music from the Beetles and the Stones
1970's was covered by several visits to Disco Inferno at Watford Colloseum
1980's was covered by a visit to Cannon Street to Strictly Electric 80's dreams and a step back to 1984 with Future Cinema as I stepped back into the realm of Ghostbusters
How do you measure a year? In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year in the life?
In fancy dress costumes maybe
January we had a quiet Month on the fancy dress
February 2nd I joined Alternative Nightlife and started as I meant to go on with something vaguely victorian or a pair of braces o-:-)
Slow to get going March saw a trip to a Tikki bar and a Hawaian theme shirt
April saw a trip back into the 1970's with Disco Inferno
May was a missed opportunity with no fancy dress opportunities at all
June however made up for a slow start to the year with:
1) The Black Rabbit at Rumpus
2)RAF at Blitz Party
3)A trip back to the Circus as a Ringmaster/ Lion
4 and a trip back to Disco Inferno
July saw a touch of Vintage Glamour with Black Cotton Club and Die Freche Muse
August was again quiet
September however was another bumper month
1) with Zombie Karaoke
2) International talk like a Pirate Day
3) another trip to the Circus as a Zebra / Ringmaster
4) and a touch of Japanese for Imaginarium as a sailor/tiger
October being the Month of Halloween saw a Myriad of Costuming opportunities
1) Zombie number 2 at World Zombie Day
2) Something vaguely Fashionable at the Katzenjammer club
3)Leopard/Robin Hood at the :Last Tuesday Society
4) Zombie Steampunk Highlander Redcoat Soldier at White Mischief
November saw a few late Halloween shenanigans with
A fox / Hunstman at TG
Another trip to the Circus this time as a Ringmaster / Leopard
a vaguely germanic soldier at Herr Kattners
December saw a final pair of outings
with a Huntman at the 5th Anarcho Dandyist Ball
something vaguely inspired by Magnum PI for Future Cinema
and a schoolboy for School Disco in Watford Colloseum
So a mere 23 opportunities to slip into costume and be someone else for the night
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
How else to measure my year in Meetup
In competitions?
1 lot of Boogie Bowling
7x Quiz Nights
Butchery and Musical Bingo
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
In Music or Theatre
This year I saw through Meet Up
Loserville
Cinderella
The Bodyguard
War Horse
Singing in the Rain
Eddie Izzard
Ladykillers
Westside Story
Perfect Match
Robin Hood
I saw the Slaves twice, Romeos Daughter and went to Rockeoke and performed my first ever public kareoke performances twice both time Bon Jovi and both times in Fancy Dress
Or Festivals
2 x food Festivals , 2 x Canal Festivals, a Beer Festival and Notting Hill Carnival
or how about through the medium of Dance
2 x Roller Disco evening of Swing Dancing
or How about some Random events
2 trips to the Zoo 1 to the Science Museum an Evening of list making and 1 or Film Soundtracks and a day of listening to hits from West End Shows in Trafalgar square , a night of Erotic readings and trip on a Ghost Bus a Literary Death Match and the Funeral of Jack the Ripper
Inumerable nights in the pub or bar
It's time now, to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
And on that note we come tomorrow and the Years End with a Black and White Ball at Bodegas with Friends
From Loseville to a night at the Ball it's been one hell of a Journey and 1 hell of a year.
September however was another bumper month
1) with Zombie Karaoke
2) International talk like a Pirate Day
3) another trip to the Circus as a Zebra / Ringmaster
4) and a touch of Japanese for Imaginarium as a sailor/tiger
October being the Month of Halloween saw a Myriad of Costuming opportunities
1) Zombie number 2 at World Zombie Day
2) Something vaguely Fashionable at the Katzenjammer club
3)Leopard/Robin Hood at the :Last Tuesday Society
4) Zombie Steampunk Highlander Redcoat Soldier at White Mischief
November saw a few late Halloween shenanigans with
A fox / Hunstman at TG
Another trip to the Circus this time as a Ringmaster / Leopard
a vaguely germanic soldier at Herr Kattners
December saw a final pair of outings
with a Huntman at the 5th Anarcho Dandyist Ball
something vaguely inspired by Magnum PI for Future Cinema
and a schoolboy for School Disco in Watford Colloseum
So a mere 23 opportunities to slip into costume and be someone else for the night
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
How else to measure my year in Meetup
In competitions?
1 lot of Boogie Bowling
7x Quiz Nights
Butchery and Musical Bingo
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
In Music or Theatre
This year I saw through Meet Up
Loserville
Cinderella
The Bodyguard
War Horse
Singing in the Rain
Eddie Izzard
Ladykillers
Westside Story
Perfect Match
Robin Hood
I saw the Slaves twice, Romeos Daughter and went to Rockeoke and performed my first ever public kareoke performances twice both time Bon Jovi and both times in Fancy Dress
Or Festivals
2 x food Festivals , 2 x Canal Festivals, a Beer Festival and Notting Hill Carnival
or how about through the medium of Dance
2 x Roller Disco evening of Swing Dancing
or How about some Random events
2 trips to the Zoo 1 to the Science Museum an Evening of list making and 1 or Film Soundtracks and a day of listening to hits from West End Shows in Trafalgar square , a night of Erotic readings and trip on a Ghost Bus a Literary Death Match and the Funeral of Jack the Ripper
Inumerable nights in the pub or bar
It's time now, to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
And on that note we come tomorrow and the Years End with a Black and White Ball at Bodegas with Friends
From Loseville to a night at the Ball it's been one hell of a Journey and 1 hell of a year.
5th Anarcho-Dandyist ball
I wasn't going to go to this event but I'm glad I did. We got their slightly after 9. The event was at the Bloomsbury Ballroom which is my most frequently visited venue I've been to with Alternative nightlife. Despite the fact that it's basically a large box it always feels slightly different. Some of this is down to them letting us in via different entrances maybe the rest is down to the layout.
This ball felt a smaller more intimate space than normal maybe because the other bar was shut and maybe because of the tables dotted round the outside. It felt like stepping into a scene from a PG Wodehouse novel. The only anachronisms were the occasional camera phone and the range of clothing .It was all vintage but it ranged from the Victorian explorer in his pith helmet to a sole RAF officer.
The entertainment started with 2 dancers , rendered slightly amusing by the fact we had inadvertently heard them discussing their routine "backstage" as we queued to get in .
Which reminds me as we came in from the cloak room we bumped into " Viv the Spiv" An authentic WW 2 South London So if who I'd seen around at previous WW 2 events. He offered to sell the ladies in our group some nylons personal fitting thrown in for free.
The crowd was warmed up by the third member of Terpsichore a cheeky chalky in loud check jacket and a Sun helmet. He started the crowd off with a Charleston then proceeded to get every one doing the Lambeth Walk compelled by a conga line which several of our party joined in.
Then their was a bit of general dancing of t he swing dancing . Some of the more talented proponents of which could be on the dangerous side if you weren't on your guard. With arms and legs flying about at quite a fast pace.
After that we were treated to a rendition from Sir Henry at Rawlison' s End . My hat goes off to Mike Livesley who peformed a half an hour at least of comic monologue complete with changes of , costume, character and accent as well as various songs with musical accompaniment including two instruments which I'd never seen before. One involving a hose pipe and a funnel and another which was a distant relation to the accordion family which appeared to have started life as a wooden drawer.
Unfortunately he wad let down by his microphone and the general background noise from seven eigths of the attendees who weren't paying attention.
This was even more s shame because when he switched from his head mike to the free standing mike for a rousing rendition of ginger geezer he was very audible.
After this masterpiece a short while later we had a wobbly knee competition which was keenly contested
Next up was Mr B the Gentleman Rhymer who brought a very funny British sensibility to Hip Hop. His version was called Chap Hop and was all about scones, cricket, wearing tweed and the sartorial faux pas of buttoning the bottom button of your waist coat
I highly recommended you check him out on You tube.
He had the crowd eating out of his hand with his Banjulele playing. Especially his intepretation of early 90's rave music :)
It was an enjoyable evening and highly recommended.
Unfortunately the wonderful system which our Train network was playing up so I had to leave like Cinderella at Midnight arriving at Euston at 12.15 just in time to sit on the 11.44 train for 15 minutes while someone pulled the emergency cord and then sit for 5 minutes 10 minutes out of Euston while someone again pulled the emergency cord after which I can only assume the offending individual was ripped to shreds by his or her fellow passengers who were anxious to get home . Finally got home just after 1:00 having spent about 50% as much time travelling as I did at the venue.
However it was well worth it .
This ball felt a smaller more intimate space than normal maybe because the other bar was shut and maybe because of the tables dotted round the outside. It felt like stepping into a scene from a PG Wodehouse novel. The only anachronisms were the occasional camera phone and the range of clothing .It was all vintage but it ranged from the Victorian explorer in his pith helmet to a sole RAF officer.
The entertainment started with 2 dancers , rendered slightly amusing by the fact we had inadvertently heard them discussing their routine "backstage" as we queued to get in .
Which reminds me as we came in from the cloak room we bumped into " Viv the Spiv" An authentic WW 2 South London So if who I'd seen around at previous WW 2 events. He offered to sell the ladies in our group some nylons personal fitting thrown in for free.
The crowd was warmed up by the third member of Terpsichore a cheeky chalky in loud check jacket and a Sun helmet. He started the crowd off with a Charleston then proceeded to get every one doing the Lambeth Walk compelled by a conga line which several of our party joined in.
Then their was a bit of general dancing of t he swing dancing . Some of the more talented proponents of which could be on the dangerous side if you weren't on your guard. With arms and legs flying about at quite a fast pace.
After that we were treated to a rendition from Sir Henry at Rawlison' s End . My hat goes off to Mike Livesley who peformed a half an hour at least of comic monologue complete with changes of , costume, character and accent as well as various songs with musical accompaniment including two instruments which I'd never seen before. One involving a hose pipe and a funnel and another which was a distant relation to the accordion family which appeared to have started life as a wooden drawer.
Unfortunately he wad let down by his microphone and the general background noise from seven eigths of the attendees who weren't paying attention.
This was even more s shame because when he switched from his head mike to the free standing mike for a rousing rendition of ginger geezer he was very audible.
After this masterpiece a short while later we had a wobbly knee competition which was keenly contested
Next up was Mr B the Gentleman Rhymer who brought a very funny British sensibility to Hip Hop. His version was called Chap Hop and was all about scones, cricket, wearing tweed and the sartorial faux pas of buttoning the bottom button of your waist coat
I highly recommended you check him out on You tube.
He had the crowd eating out of his hand with his Banjulele playing. Especially his intepretation of early 90's rave music :)
It was an enjoyable evening and highly recommended.
Unfortunately the wonderful system which our Train network was playing up so I had to leave like Cinderella at Midnight arriving at Euston at 12.15 just in time to sit on the 11.44 train for 15 minutes while someone pulled the emergency cord and then sit for 5 minutes 10 minutes out of Euston while someone again pulled the emergency cord after which I can only assume the offending individual was ripped to shreds by his or her fellow passengers who were anxious to get home . Finally got home just after 1:00 having spent about 50% as much time travelling as I did at the venue.
However it was well worth it .
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Zombie Walk 12th October
Myself and 3 intrepid companions took to the streets of London along with 1997 other people approximately to walk from Marble Arch to Denmark Street dressed as zombies and raise some mony for St Mungos Homeless charity.
We set off from Watford Junction having rendezvoused there. Me and my friend Heken had walked as Zombies from her house. I felt a little guilty as we'd made a small child cry just by walking past him.
Although as you can see we were a fairly scary bunch
We proceeded to Marble arch gathering ? vote zombies as we went.
Marble Arch itself was a sea of zombies of all shapes and sizes from zombie Jesus to zombie Winnie the pooh via zombie decorators and zombie parrots.
The zombie walk is basically a long fancy dress pub crawl combined with a chance to scare the be need is out of the tourists.
While waiting for the off our small group managed to find out what it must be like to be a celebrity.
Maybe we looked more approachable than most or maybe it was our location but we got flooded with requests to have our photo taken.
Including by a very straight laced looking Asian matriarch. Which goes to show you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
The walk itself was between various waypoints. A waypoint was an opportunity to head for the nearest hostility . Given numbers this was a mad dash to be through the door first and to the bar before the rest of the Z o mbie swarm.
At one point our Watford Zombie cohort got pecking so when we reached Piccadilly circus we made a break for the nearest Macdonald s.
I resisted asking for brains from the server who took a mini invasion by zombies in his stride. Mainly on the principle of don't ask don't tell. Macdonald may contain things you don't want to study too closely . So why tempt fate. It was a somewhat surreal experience.
We had nt got our tickets for the after party so we left the main horde drinking in Leicester square and made a dash to Denmark street and the intrepid fox.
To get our tickets before the main rush.
The intrepid fox has always intrigued me and the interior matches the exterior. It's a proper metallers pub.
At the pub we had a few drinks saw a live band upstairs.
We finished our zombie experience with a trip to the church opposite where we listened to some more live music which had several lyrics you wouldn't expect in a church but it was all for a good cause so respect to them for being flexible and open minded.
We finished the day with a trip to KFC in Leicester square another somewhat surreal experience but very satisfying after a hard days zombieing.
We set off from Watford Junction having rendezvoused there. Me and my friend Heken had walked as Zombies from her house. I felt a little guilty as we'd made a small child cry just by walking past him.
Although as you can see we were a fairly scary bunch
We proceeded to Marble arch gathering ? vote zombies as we went.
Marble Arch itself was a sea of zombies of all shapes and sizes from zombie Jesus to zombie Winnie the pooh via zombie decorators and zombie parrots.
The zombie walk is basically a long fancy dress pub crawl combined with a chance to scare the be need is out of the tourists.
While waiting for the off our small group managed to find out what it must be like to be a celebrity.
Maybe we looked more approachable than most or maybe it was our location but we got flooded with requests to have our photo taken.
Including by a very straight laced looking Asian matriarch. Which goes to show you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
The walk itself was between various waypoints. A waypoint was an opportunity to head for the nearest hostility . Given numbers this was a mad dash to be through the door first and to the bar before the rest of the Z o mbie swarm.
At one point our Watford Zombie cohort got pecking so when we reached Piccadilly circus we made a break for the nearest Macdonald s.
I resisted asking for brains from the server who took a mini invasion by zombies in his stride. Mainly on the principle of don't ask don't tell. Macdonald may contain things you don't want to study too closely . So why tempt fate. It was a somewhat surreal experience.
We had nt got our tickets for the after party so we left the main horde drinking in Leicester square and made a dash to Denmark street and the intrepid fox.
To get our tickets before the main rush.
The intrepid fox has always intrigued me and the interior matches the exterior. It's a proper metallers pub.
At the pub we had a few drinks saw a live band upstairs.
We finished our zombie experience with a trip to the church opposite where we listened to some more live music which had several lyrics you wouldn't expect in a church but it was all for a good cause so respect to them for being flexible and open minded.
We finished the day with a trip to KFC in Leicester square another somewhat surreal experience but very satisfying after a hard days zombieing.
Monday, 2 December 2013
Inspired by Literary death match and a conversation on the way home from it
To the tune of Ruby don't take your love to Town
Outer greater Zone 8 London Blues
The end of the night
Is drawing near
It's the early hours in London
But it's another hour of traveling till my beds in sight
The shadow on the wall
Tells m e it's the beginning of the day
So Boris
Send the tube my way
I could of course
Go out in Watford sure
An occasional trip is fun
But London has so much more
And yes it's true
That in 2015 the tube Will run 24 hours a day
But still the tube won't run my way.
It's hard to get home now
There's a nightbus to Stanmore
But it's still an hour's travelling and a 20 quid taxi
Till I get to my door
It's so hard to get around
So Boris
Send the all night tube to Watford town
The last train from Euston' s heaving
And you have to sit on the floor
It's 2013 in the nation's capital
A 2am last train is poor
And if I could move I'd leave zone 8
Somewhere with a24hr tube line would be great
So Boris
Send the tube my way
Even watford 's own nightbus
Woul d really make my day
Outer greater Zone 8 London Blues
The end of the night
Is drawing near
It's the early hours in London
But it's another hour of traveling till my beds in sight
The shadow on the wall
Tells m e it's the beginning of the day
So Boris
Send the tube my way
I could of course
Go out in Watford sure
An occasional trip is fun
But London has so much more
And yes it's true
That in 2015 the tube Will run 24 hours a day
But still the tube won't run my way.
It's hard to get home now
There's a nightbus to Stanmore
But it's still an hour's travelling and a 20 quid taxi
Till I get to my door
It's so hard to get around
So Boris
Send the all night tube to Watford town
The last train from Euston' s heaving
And you have to sit on the floor
It's 2013 in the nation's capital
A 2am last train is poor
And if I could move I'd leave zone 8
Somewhere with a24hr tube line would be great
So Boris
Send the tube my way
Even watford 's own nightbus
Woul d really make my day
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