Reviews

After paying £50 on my weekly shopping (mind you that is only two meals worth) and then forking out £20 for a ticket to Les Miserables, a two course dinner and drinks, I started to think about the how doing anything in London is expensive, including simply buying broccoli, except for entertainment. You may starve to death here, but you’ll do it watching a show! You're hungry, but oh so FAB-U-LOUS!

But we’re not here to fuck spiders so I’ll get back to the point. Let’s have some reviews.

The Racountuers – Brixton Academy
A cold Brixton night saw me heading to the Brixton Academy with a few mates to watch the Racounteurs (Jack White’s – of the White Stripes – new band). A little bit of Nandos first and then in we went.

Sidebar: My flatmate Jill is the daughter of the founder of Nandos (not real daughter, but has known the family since she was born and he calls her his adopted daughter). I love Nandos, so now I love Gill. European wife count: 3!

A couple of beers in us, and the show rolled on. All in all it was a good concert with a lot of chunky guitar, a doped up Jack White bouncing around the stage and a bizarre rendition of Nancy Sinatra’s Bang Bang.
Although the concert was good, my personal favourite was the over zealous security guard trying to get people to sit down in the stalls – all 5,000 of them. He only really got as far as us.

Les Miserables
A little bit of culture in the west end was called for on Thursday night so off we went to venture in to the hell that is…dum, dum ddaahhh – Piccadilly Circus.

Now many of you might think Piccadilly must be lovely, and it is, if you’re a tourist. Now I’m not one to pull that whole ‘I live here so I can bag tourists’ crap – I was bagging them when I first got here. When you get off a tube, with approximately 5,000 people coming up behind you, what’s the smart thing to do? Did anyone say stop to read a map on the stairs? Yes – get out of my classroom.

These heads down, maps up, long socks with sandals wearing, talking about how it’s not this cold where they’re from shouting, stop in front of a bus and cause a near traffic jam to get a shot of a fountain, stains on the landscape, fuck off. Seriously.

When you leave a country - and this is a question for you all - do you really leave your brain behind? No, you don’t. So when your're home, you don’t stop in the middle of the road, you don’t spin around like a ballerina clearing seven hectares of people out of the way with your back pack, and you DON’T laugh at the announcement ‘mind the gap’. It’s a simple safety instruction. So why do it here????

Anyway, fired up I went to watch Les Miserables. In my current state it wasn’t wise to see a bunch of French whinging about the food, weather, life and work, try to stand up and fight and lose. Life reflects art really. But all up it was a good show. Bit slow at the start, bit slow at the end, the middle was good and Ebony was hot. And then I went home to my bitch on the couch - here she is.