Strange Phenomenon In London

Way back in my youth there was a little band called Nirvana, who gained quite the following. There was a bloke in that who was just the drummer at the back. He ended up with his own band, possibly the biggest rock band in the world. The Foo Fighters came to London and, unlike the venue1 were awesome.

Photos are mainly terrible due to being about a zillion miles from the stage, but hey, I was there!

Filling Up

The Crowds

Spontaneous Queuing

Roof Struts

Strutting

Posing

The Stage

Rocking London

Saluting The Crowd

You

Looking Over The Crowds

The Red Glow Of The Stage

Lights Out

Playing In The Night

Night Drawing On

Still Going

Spectacular

Openreach, the communications firm who actually have all the telephone network and aren’t quite BT are “Sorry for the long wait” and “Will answer my call as soon as possible”. I know this because they tell me every 20 seconds. For the ten minutes I’ve waited so far…again…

[Pissed Off]

Where The Sea(s)?

Following last year’s trip to Whitstable for dinner this year Heather’s mum gifted her and I an entire night in the quaint old town of Rye. So saw us decamp for a couple of days to explore. While Whitstable offered the sea Rye, despite being a Cinque Port, no longer does—the sea having receded away from it. Nor, despite my insistence on referring to the song, were there ever seven seas. Still, it was a nice place to visit, even if there was only a brief burst of Sun.

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