Proms and vampires
I went to the Proms last night. For those who don't know, the Proms is a series of concerts, sponsored by the British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC), held daily at the Royal Albert Hall in London during the summer.
Last night, me, Tim, Peggy and Gordon went to see performances of Ravel and Shostakovich. Peggy was doubly excited as her favourite musician was lead violinist.
It was quite weird, we only paid 4 pounds to get in, and were in the Gallery, right at the top. There were a few chairs, but most people stood leaning against the gallery rails. Or so I thought. Halfway through Shostakovich's first movement, I looked behind me, and there were people lying on the floor, propped up against the wall, everywhere. By this time my arms were getting rubbed raw by the rail, so I took myself over to the wall, and spent the rest of the concert in a very comfortable position. On my arse!
The concert itself was wonderful, the first time I'd ever been to a classical music concert. There was a French pianist who received four or five encores, and I asked Tim why she didn't do an encore. Maybe a bit of Chas 'n Dave. "You've got more rabbit than Sainsbury's, why don't you give it a rest?"
Afterwards, we went home, it was getting late and Tim had to get the last train home. I was lucky with connections, the train to my hometown (Sidcup!) had just arrived at Charing Cross (London Terminus). Thankfully it was a quiet train, most people tend to get the later train home.
Just before the train pulled off, a very creepy, weird man got on. Shoulder length silver hair, in his fifties, with mad staring eyes. As per bloody usual, the weirdo picked me out as a target to stare at. From behind his seat 6 feet away. I couldn't work out if he thought he was invisible (If I can't see you, you can't see me!), or just planning when to rip my heart out. In the end he got off at Hither Green, and that was the end of that.
Still when I think back, he was really creepy.
Oh well, off up town again tonight, so who knows. I may get stalked again.
Last night, me, Tim, Peggy and Gordon went to see performances of Ravel and Shostakovich. Peggy was doubly excited as her favourite musician was lead violinist.
It was quite weird, we only paid 4 pounds to get in, and were in the Gallery, right at the top. There were a few chairs, but most people stood leaning against the gallery rails. Or so I thought. Halfway through Shostakovich's first movement, I looked behind me, and there were people lying on the floor, propped up against the wall, everywhere. By this time my arms were getting rubbed raw by the rail, so I took myself over to the wall, and spent the rest of the concert in a very comfortable position. On my arse!
The concert itself was wonderful, the first time I'd ever been to a classical music concert. There was a French pianist who received four or five encores, and I asked Tim why she didn't do an encore. Maybe a bit of Chas 'n Dave. "You've got more rabbit than Sainsbury's, why don't you give it a rest?"
Afterwards, we went home, it was getting late and Tim had to get the last train home. I was lucky with connections, the train to my hometown (Sidcup!) had just arrived at Charing Cross (London Terminus). Thankfully it was a quiet train, most people tend to get the later train home.
Just before the train pulled off, a very creepy, weird man got on. Shoulder length silver hair, in his fifties, with mad staring eyes. As per bloody usual, the weirdo picked me out as a target to stare at. From behind his seat 6 feet away. I couldn't work out if he thought he was invisible (If I can't see you, you can't see me!), or just planning when to rip my heart out. In the end he got off at Hither Green, and that was the end of that.
Still when I think back, he was really creepy.
Oh well, off up town again tonight, so who knows. I may get stalked again.
posted by Edwin McBedwin at 11:46 AM
1 Comments:
I dunno who peggy is. Name popped into my head for some reason.
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