I've decided that after all, its time to start keeping a blog on my experiences of moving back to London after an absence of 10 years. I'm not working at the moment so as funds are tight I'm not living the high life. Of neccessity for the moment, this will be the ramblings of an itchy mind rather than a searing account of life in the fast lane.
So I'm just back from the Thamas festival. Londoners don't know they are born... there is so much cool free stuff to do all the time. Landed in Tower Hill and even just crossing the river (via Tower Bridge) is a thrill. Not quite so thrilling to have to wait in a crowd while the bridge lifts for a passing boat. Got to the south side and followed my ears to the swing dance band/ djs. I'd arranged to meet Michelle there so started to circle the dancefloor looking for her. Not much point in calling someone who's in the process of executing the lindihop, tends to need all one's focus. Sure enough there she was, out on the floor. V. impressed that she was attempting some seriously tricky moves in hiking boots. Tough to stay on the balls of your feet with rigid soles. But she was managing it. Stood on the sidelines taking it all in. There were some fantastic dancers and even better outfits doing the rounds. Bizarre thing is the range of eras represented.... there were the charlston kids, war brides and rockabilies... hair, clothes, shoes all perfectly in keeping with their chosen era. And then, as always in these cases, there are the folks that dance to beat of their own drum.... in some cases, to the endangerment of those around them, quite literally.
The music ended and we decided to head up to the Carabosse fire garden outside the Tate Modern. If you ever get a chance to see one of these exhibitions in your town, GO. Its was absolutely beautiful. Its amazing how mesmerising fire is... its really is alive. If you're planning a winter city break, find out where these guys are exhitibing and go see......
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