Congratulations! You are about to embark on one of the most enchanting weeks of your life! Be prepared to see, hear, do, and smell things you never imagined...like...ever. Me? Well, I'm going into my sixth consecutive year. While my experience at doing Glastonbury may not compare to the veterans who have been going for decades, I think I can smack some wisdom on you. Here are some tips, tricks and hacks that I think will help you have the best festival evar!
1. Start planning for next year
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So you have your ticket and you're going this year? YAY! The minute you get back start counting down to the first Sunday of October. That's when tickets for the next year go on sale. Put it in your diary now or you'll regret it.
2. If you're getting the coach, get drunk
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I know, it seems like the most convenient option for travel. Or maybe a coach + ticket was the only thing that was available. But consider this: you're going to be living the struggle for up to 5 days. You don't need to add being towed in a shitty box with no air to the misery. It may be door-to-door delivery, but the traffic into Somerset is the worst and the queues can get quite long into the festival.
3. If you're getting the train, get drunk
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The train adds a tiny bit of luxury to the experience. You get a nice view, you get the freedom to walk around and if you're super lucky you get to sit at one of the tables! You also get to switch at Castle Cary to a coach service that will take you to the festival site. This switch can be quite frustrating as there will be a lot of waiting. You may also have to switch trains at some point between Paddington and Castle Cary. The 2nd train will be a tiny one that has windows you can pull down. Brace yourselves, you're going to get close and comfy with a lot of strangers.
4. If you're driving, get there early
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I'm all for using the public transport options to get to Glastonbury. You normally get discounted food vouchers for travelling 'green' as well, so it's worth it. This is the week to let all those Green policies you never quite want to admit to liking run free. But, if you absolutely feel like you can't carry things in and need to drive (I say that means you don't need to bring it at all really) then get there on Tuesday night or Wednesday morning.
5. Pack only the essentials
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There are plenty of lists out there telling you what to pack, but I think they can all be reduced down to a few things: baby wipes, cereal bars and a flask of a spirit of your choice. Yes of course pack clothes, wellies, sunnies etc, we all have the common sense for that. But I can not stress enough how important baby wipes will be to your life. Gone to the loo and they're out of toilet roll? Baby wipes. Need to wipe that festival noodle slop off your face? Baby wipes. Shower? Baby wipes. Can't be arsed to go all the way back to your luxury tipi area to pee? BABY WIPES. They are versatile AF. I bring at least 400 of them. Cereal bars are the best thing to have on hand. Sometimes when you're having a good time you forget to eat. Momma's telling you to have a snack with you at all times. Your stomach, liver and throat will thank you for soaking up that alcohol and not vomming all over the place. And I like to bring a tall flask/thermos of some type of spirit + a hip flask. You can't/shouldn't bring glass bottles into the festival so this is a nice way of bringing something harder without having it confiscated/break. Also, I'm not sure if you're catching the trend yet but - there will be queues. Having a hip flask of crunk juice > buying 4 ciders so you don't have to wait so long to get another drink.
6. Do you even festival phone, bro?
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My friends may have heard me say 'I'll give you my festival number'. Remember those shitty mobiles we had in HS/College/start of Uni. The ones that did fuck all but text, maybe have a torch on them, and play snake? THIS WILL BE THE ONLY PHONE THAT WORKS AT GLASTONBURY. Yes EE have a big partnership with Glasto but 4G, 3G any G won't work there. You know what will work? Those bricks that do only phone functions. Get yourself one for like 10 quid. I won't say don't bring your smartphone because I still do. I don't always take pics, but the Glasto app is super convenient. And if you're responsible enough, you won't lose the thing. However, switch that baby into airplane mode, turn off all data usage and put the brightness as low as possible. This phone will be of no use to you. And on that note...
7. There's an app for that
A glimpse into my music tastes
Over the years this app has really taken shape. Rather than constantly flicking through your line-up booklet on your lanyard, you can select all of the artists you want to see and save it to a personalised line-up calendar. The app also does push notifications to remind you when your artists are on stage each day. My tactic is to select everyone I want to see, even if there's an overlap. It can help you narrow down who your absolute must sees are, or, who to see when you're wandering across the fields.
Glastonbury is a massive place. Regardless of where you camp, at some point you will have to do a massive schlep from John Peel to Shangri-La or something to that effect. Deal with it, this is what you signed up for. Unless you get there as soon as the gates open you're SOL for picking a 'prime location'.
9. Cash at Dawn
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Some places take card, but to save you and me time when trying to purchase goods, have cash on hand. Before you even get to Glasto, take a fair chunk of change out. Then, when you need to top up money, don't do it during the day. Remember those queue things? Yea. Loads of people. When is good? At stupid o'clock in the morning when the seagulls or pigeons or crows are snacking away at the Other stage. NO ONE will be there and you can get your money out in peace and quiet.
10. It's too damn hot!
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I bet you were so proud of your Argos pop up tent. No hassle, lightweight, cheap. That's cool, but you're gonna want to splurge out on a few space blankets. You know how humans aren't meant to work 9-5 in office jobs? Being out in nature...when the sun rises...will prove this point 10 times over. There are no trees to camp under and you WILL wake up in a pool of sweat and a weird smell from tent/human condensation.
11. The day isn't over after the headline at Pyramid
You just spent £230 to head back to your tent at 11? Wrong. Aside from the mass exodus and queues to get away from the Pyramid stage at the end, there will also be a herd of ravers heading to the South East for the banging nightlife experience. If you want to be a part of that, get there as quickly as you can as it starts to fill up and sometimes they don't let people through. If you don't want to be a part of that, head to some of the pubs in the Avalon area. They're nice and cheerful, quieter than the rest of the traffic and give you an excuse to stay up a little bit longer. And if you're like Goldilocks and want something in the middle, head over to the Park stage area for the best of both worlds.
12. Don't say no
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Glastonbury is all about the experience. Who cares who is headlining?! The festival is what you make of it. And if you don't find yourself doing anything you wouldn't do normally - you've missed a trick. Saying yes to experiences will open you up to a world of more tricks. You might even find the Rabbit Hole (I still haven't!!).
Have anything to add to this? Share your tips in the comments below.
I don't have many words for this post since the only thing that seem to come out are squeals of excitement!! Anyhow, here's the current Glastonbury 2013 line-up:
And here's a playlist of the line-up that I've created on Spotify which you can add to as well. Subscribe to my playlists for the most updated version of the line ups as they come. Happy Glasto Discovery!
Full Line-Up
But if you're really picky, I've broken it down by stage.
If you're like me, this week is all the more better as pay day lands and our bank accounts look a bit fuller for a brief moment. So why not use that 'extra' dosh to treat yourself (after paying your bills of course) before you're back down to eating meals with Nectar/Boots points.
Here are a few different ways to spend your money in London this week.
Monday, 25th February
I've mentioned it before but I've fallen into a very sad pit of takeaways. I can't even tell you the last time I did a proper shop and stocked my fridge. Cue entrance of Dinnr to save the day.
The concept is pretty interesting: decide what recipe you want for dinner that night, get it delivered to your door/place of work, take it home and cook your meal. It's a great way to encourage yourself to get back in the kitchen as the recipes aren't heat up pizzas but rather, Five Spice Duck with Pak Choi and Udon Noodles(£19 and serves 2) or Gorgonzola, Cabbage and Pancetta Polenta Lasagne(£14 and serves 2). Order by 4pm for same day delivery Monday - Friday in Central London.
Tuesday, 26th February
OK we're two months in to the new year and most resolutions have gone out the window. Maybe you didn't like the idea of waking up for those aerobics classes or maybe those evening workouts just aren't as important as a 'quick one', which turns into 5, down the pub. If you're hoping all's not lost for your fitness regime just yet, pop over to Pineapple Dance. Entrance is £4 for non-members and then you pay per class (£6 - £8).
On Tuesday there are classes from Street Hip Hop, to Carnival Dancing, to Waacking, to Brazillian Samba - making it one of the most eclectic nights at Pineapple open to all levels of dancers. A much better way to spend your £ on a Tuesday night.
Wednesday, 27th Febfruary
While Science Lates at the Science Museum might be free, getting a few drinks in while you're there isn't. This month the exhibit takes a look at the inner workings of the human heart to wrap up this month of love. Bottles of beer and small cups of wine go for about £4 each, but as it's pay week and the event itself is free you can splash out!
Thursday, 28th February
On my quest to learn as much about North London as possible I discovered that the road from Angel to Archway was once lined with theatres/cinemas. Some of those still exist, some were bombed during the war, and The Screen on the Green across from Islington Green gives us a nice view into the past. Open since 1913, it is one of the oldest operating cinemas in the UK. Tickets are £12.50 for a standard adult ticket and there's a fully licensed bar.
Now showing: To the Wonder
Friday, 1st March
It may be a bit cold out, but nothing makes you feel better about living in London than a walk down the Thames. Make the walk down the South Bank and just beyond the excitement, you'll find Gabriel's Wharf - a converted shopping and entertainment area. For those of you following the Lenten rule of 'Fish only Fridays' The Wharf is a nice way to go so that you're not stuck eating another pub fish n' chips or McDonald's fish sandwich. And for those of you that aren't observing Lent, there are still some options for you.
Saturday, 2nd March
For those that know me IRL, this is the place that I've dubbed as 'The Greatest Pub in All the Land'. The Finsbury is my old faithful as it never lets me down for a good night out and there's always live music. The drinks don't cost much, but you won't want to leave!
Sunday, 3rd March
The sun's potentially meant to show its face so it would be worth to take a Somewhat Sunny Sunday Stroll. The Regent's Canal or the Parkland Walk are two great places to start. Stock up on sandwiches, mini cakes and warm coffees along the way. Have I left something out? Let me know what's happening next week in the Borough of Islington and beyond in the comments.
Living in a big city always seems to be a gateway to becoming an 'artsy' type. You know, you become one of those people that frequent the theatre for a night out or you keep your eye out for the latest street art on the scene. It's not to say it's a bad thing, this part of our culture is a dying, errm, art to say the least but you can't help but feel like you're becoming 'one of those guys' when you join in.
A friend of mine that works in the art industry invited me along to the Tate Modern recently. In the 3 years that I have lived here, I had never stepped foot into this building. Don't judge me. Stranger still, we went to the museum for the start of our Big Saturday Night Out of celebrating. Museums on a Saturday night, is not in my usual lineup but I liked a bit of change.
As this isn't normally my scene, I couldn't help but feel like the gang in Ferris Buller's Day Off when they went to visit the museum.
That song was totally playing in my head for most of my visit.
In short, it was very enjoyable to exercise my brain in a way that I haven't in quite some time. I can almost certainly conclude that I am not a fan of sculpturesbut I do like landscape photography and abstract art.
One of my favourite pieces, (which I'm not really sure what you would classify this under), was titled 'Air Pollution of Iran 2004-6. Eight Flags' by Mahmoud Bakhshi Moakhar. It was presented in a room that had 8 different Iranian flags, each from a different year in the Iran-Iraq war. Each flag had been raised for only one year and each flag had acquired varying levels of soil and damage depending on the year. It was some powerful stuff that had me reaching for my inhaler just looking at them.
Another good'un was 'Lament of the Images 2002' by Alfredo Jaar. When you approach the room, it may seem like nothing is or will happen. The best way of seeing this installation is if the room is dark at first. There's a thin white light that cuts the room in half horizontally and it stays this way for about 2 minutes. Suddenly, the thin white light grows into a large glowing light that fills the room and you realise this light was coming from two steel tables with their tops meeting in the middle - one suspended from the ceiling. I liked Jaar's message of becoming blind to everyday things in life, just as we focused on the thin white light when the room was dark rather than the two tables that were in the centre of the room.
I'm kicking myself because I didn't take any photos. I don't know what it is, but I'm always afraid they're going to tell me off and say no photos allowed - so I don't. Is that a myth?
Also, I always assumed you had to pay to go to the Tate Modern, but I only saw the free galleries. There are different exhibitions that have a fee attached or if you're a paying member you can have unlimited access. From Wednesday, 14 November for £10 you can see their new exhibition'A Bigger Splash: Painting After Performance'featuring key paintings by Jackson Pollock and David Hockney.
I'd certainly go on a late night adventure again as the museum stays open until 22.00 on Fridays and Saturdays - if not for a bit of culture before drinking my cares away, at least for the phenomenal view.
I never realised how many London event things I read on a weekly, if not daily basis - but it's quite a lot. So much so, that I plan my weeks around some of the cool things that I see.
If you haven't had enough of the pop-up bar, the pop-up restaurant and the pop-up theatre trends that cover London then get your fix with the Street Feast crew. It's been running since the summer and after being kicked out of a few locations by jealous establishments, they've now found a home in Hackney (where else really). Meant to have some of the best street food we'll find in these here parts.
I didn't even know this was a thing! You can go on tour with actors, musicians and the whole shebang and tour some of London's original coffee spots.The history geek in me thinks this is pretty awesome, and for the coffee lovers out there (I'm not really one of them) you can get your caffeine fix while learning a bit about London. The tour runs every third Saturday of the month and is £13.50 + bf.
Shutthefrontdoor!! Wait, no, really. Apparently, going out to a bar and getting pissed is just not enough for us Londoners on a Friday night. Now we want to be purposely locked in a basement room and have to crack codes and find clues on how to break out of the room in 60 minutes. Crap, maybe when I put it that way it doesn't sound nearly as exciting as it should be. I love puzzles, but this is just insane that it even exists. Nonetheless it sounds really interesting if not at least a bit different. Tickets are £16 + bf and must be booked in advance.
What cool things have you seen happening in London lately?
Last week I had a disappointing realisation. My fridge shelf was beginning to look more like someone on You Are What You Eat and I hadn't cooked a decent meal in at least 2 months.
This is not like me at all. I love being in the kitchen, keeping it clean and fully stocked with things to prepare. It's my place of serenity and a reminder that I am in control of what I cook if at least nothing else in my life at times.
Living and working in London can put the average Londoner into the eating routine of takeaways and ready meals from the supermarket and very little exercise in between. While it is convenient, I think we all need to take time to make our own dinners. In the end, it's heaps cheaper and to be honest once you get used to doing a certain dish it doesn't take that much time out of your day.
I've made a concious decision (and I'm trying really hard to stick to it) to change my habit of waking up, taking the tube, going to work, eating a ready meal, leaving work, taking the tube, and ordering a takeaway. As well as changing my eating habits, I'm trying to include exercise in that routine. It's hard, and it's particularly harder when no one around you is making the change to their routine either. But I'm stubborn, and if I want to do something I'll keep trying at it!
I've ordered a massive selection of meats and fish from the shop (online shopping is the way forward in big cities), wrapped them individually and frozen each bit of chicken and fillet of salmon so I can always have food in the house. I've even gone so far as to plan out my meals for each day.
Today was veggie lunch and I was craving courgette (zucchini). Here's the recipe I found to make my lunch (sans lima beans, I've got childhood nightmares about those).
How have you had to manage your eat/work/exercise routine?
Ingredients
1/2 cup fresh or frozen lima beans, blanched
1/2 cup drained canned chickpeas, rinsed
1 zucchini, quartered lengthwise and cut crosswise into 1/4-inch-thick slices
1/2 small red onion, halved and thinly sliced
2 to 3 romaine leaves, cut into thin strips
1 ounce Parmesan cheese, broken into small chunks (1/4 cup)
1 tablespoon chopped fresh basil, plus small sprigs for garnish
4 1/2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1/8 teaspoon red-pepper flakes
3/4 teaspoon coarse salt
Freshly ground pepper, to taste
Directions
Combine lima beans, chickpeas, zucchini, onion, romaine, Parmesan, and chopped basil. Add lemon juice, oil, red-pepper flakes, salt, and pepper, and toss to combine. Garnish with basil sprigs.
Three years ago I made one of the biggest decisions of my life. I decided I had had enough of Ohio and America(ns) and I was tired of saying 'I want to live abroad'. I applied to a few Universities in London, sold my everything and put my United Airline miles that I had racked up over 5 years of travelling the world to good use - a one way ticket to London.
The day I moved to the UK
Since moving here I've done something that many people aren't able to do: pick up and start again in life. I went back to school for my Masters, I gained new circles of friends, I travelled even more, I discovered an undying love for festivals, I started a new career path, and I found love again. Maybe these things could've happened in the States as well, but I don't feel that it would have. My life may have different priorities than the average 29 year old woman, but I'm feeling pretty accomplished!
London, I love you and you have me under your spell. Here's to another 3 years of magical bliss and opportunities.
Sometimes it happens and there's just nothing you can do about it. A new club, restaurant or venue opens and everyone proclaims it to be the greatest of its kind, ever. It's happened before while I've been here and no matter how much I and others have said the other location is by far more superior and more authentic, the establishment with all the marketing money comes off as being the better venue of its trade.
I went during a weeknight, immediately after work - no problem with the queues that everyone keeps going on about. Don't show up past 7, or don't leave it to be a Friday night meal. Obviously that's when all the eager trendy people start flocking to what they only heard was the next best thing. I got there around 6.30 or so and it was fine. Get in, have a few drinks (and by few I mean 1 - £4 for a small can of beer, £9 for a mason jar of what was effectively a margarita) and browse over the menu.
Don't be upset that you can't see the menu on the website, that's just part of MEATliquor's disappointing charm to get people wanting more. They have 4 or 5 different burgers and a few other American type sandwiches. I went for a Philly Cheesesteak, because again, I'm craving all things that I never ate that often at home, and as always the boyfriend went for the thing that I would otherwise get if I wasn't skeptical of the place (a burger). We also had wings as a starter.
MEATliquor - Hot Wings
MEATliquor - Philly Cheesesteak, burger, fries
The Good: those hot wings were pushing on hot, so that was good. French fries were pretty tasty.
The Bad: I have never, in my life, seen a Philly Cheesesteak look like that. I didn't realise it was OK to just pass off steak as mince meat (ground beef). I must have missed that memo. And FFS that's an ungodly amount of green peppers. I pulled about 1/3 of them out but there were still too many to find the actual meat section of this sandwich, making the peppers really over powering.
With the wings, though it was labelled as bleu cheese dip, I know they just went out and bought some ranch dressing. Don't mess with me and these wings, world!
So I feel the cheesesteak served is one of those 'Expectation/Reality' moments. I was expecting something closer to below
mmmmm I miss steak-umms
Notice the thin slices, not chuck ground beef.
The Interesting: All this being said, it is an interesting venue to look at inside. I'm not really sure why they painted it the way they did. It looks like a cross between a slaughter house, and the house of someone that wants to slaughter people. Weird scribbles on the wall, red drips of paint everywhere, very odd.
The Worse: Normally if I have a part of my meal that I didn't enjoy, at least I know the bf has enjoyed his. In his words, 'It was alright, but nothing worth queuing for'.
And there you have it.
As we left the building, a queue that did not exist only 2 hours prior was indeed wrapping around the block on a weeknight and we were half tempted to tell them it wasn't worth it. But there wouldn't be any point, the media monkey has turned his tricks and enough people are intrigued by the place to keep it in business for a while. Maybe that'll give them enough time to suss out what American food is, and I'll try the standard any-country burger instead of the American 'delicacy' next time.
I could probably count on one hand the amount of times I went to Bdubs to eat some hot wings back in Ohio. I actually really hate them. I'm far too OCD to want to have a meal that constantly requires you to wipe your hands and face - or so I thought.
With it being Freedom Month July and me being homesick, I've turned to craving something I didn't even eat that often at home. I'm not sure how this works! Who would have thought that those sauces I once dished out to wing-hungry patrons would be all I could ever ask for?
Buffalo Wild Wings' delicious range of sauces
I've realised, that even while some places claim to sell 'hot wings' they're really offering mild wings. I've even found myself pouring tabasco sauce hoping they'll at least smell like they're hot! I don't know where this wing monster inside of me has come from, but it's been on a mission.
I went to the The Diner not once, but TWICE in one week to get my American fix. Day 1 I tested out their hot wings, which came with the ever essential bleu cheese dip, and also ordered - get this, a chilli cheese dog. HAHAHA!! ME? Eating a whole chilli cheese dog? Yes, I damn well did! The amount of times I complained to people for liking Skyline Chili and I turn around and eat this beast? It's insane.
The Diner - Hot Wings
The Diner - Chili Cheese and Bacon Dog
The Good: FINALLY a real hot dog bun!! So soft and sweet, I've missed you. Also, crispy bacon on a chili dog? That's some Man v Food action there. Also, the bleu cheese dip was to die for.
The Bad: Who in their right mind breads hot wings? I was so disappointed as I have no bigger food phobia of eating things that make a mess, than I do of things that are breaded and then made soggy by a sauce. They also weren't hot (as in spicy). But I ate them and I was satisfied enough from the seriously OTT hot dog in front of me.
The second time around, I figured I could trust the place for breakfast.
The Diner - Lumberjack Breakfast
Fluffy pancakes: check
Served with heaps of bacon and scrambled eggs: check
Powdered sugar: sweet check
Filtered Coffee: check
Maple Syrup: served in a small pot that you pump fastfood ketchup in to - fail!
Once I was able to get the staff's attention again I did get more syrup, but honestly, you can't serve me pancakes that look like that and then syrup that I can lap up with one lick. That being said, The Diner gets the biggest points from me for being as close to home as the so-called American chains in London get. I was very impressed, very full and always left with a very happy taste in my mouth.
There's only one thing I miss from home as much as I miss the food, and it's dancing. I spent my last few years in Ohio learning and teaching ballroom dance. Some of my friends have even gone on to be dance teachers, and I envy that they're able to do what we all love so much, every day.
Super awesome UK visa laws say that I'm only allowed to work in my main profession so I can't work my 9 - 5 and then teach dance on the weekends in a local gym. Irritating, but I suppose I shouldn't be trying to 'take' anyone's job that they're definitely 'qualified' for.
Taking jobs. Yea, OK.
Anyhow, occasionally I do find small ways to feel closer to home. One way was when a friend from work invited me to a swing dance night!
Jitterbugs at Stern Hall
I imagine it's the same in every city. There's a group of dancers and once you know them, they seem to be the only group you see. It was so much easier at home because most of my friends were dance friends, whilst I only know 2 dancers here. It seemed no different with the Jitterbug bunch, most of whom seemed to know each other quite well!
If you're a first time dancer they do lessons at both beginner and intermediate levels every Wednesday from 7pm. It's definitely worth a go, if not for the dancing at least for the very retro atmosphere and interesting people that you can meet. The woman in the image below is a 'couture milliner'! piphackett.co.uk
After all of the lessons have ended, the grand dancehall becomes an open dance session where you can try out your new moves with anyone you choose to lead you. It's amazing how universal the language of dance is. While I may have learned how to Lindy in a small dark room in Columbus, Ohio, the 65+ year old man in London was twirling and whirling me as if we'd been dance partners for years. Dance is a beautiful thing.
My only bit of advice: bring a spare top and prepare to sweat. It is insanely hot in this room, and kicking up a few steps does not help at all.
It should be no surprise to most of my readers that I'm getting a bit homesick this year. I've hinted at the fact that I'm in a bit of limbo with being able to go home, and made it a mission to find as many milkshake, burger and breakfast joints I could it seems. I suppose it's only natural. The end of August marks the last time I saw my family in 3 years, and 09SEP marks the last time I was on American soil in 3 years. Even I, the least American, American on this side of the pond, crave some of the simpler things from back home.
One sunny Sunday afternoon, I made my way over to Angel in hopes of finding a little slice of home at The Breakfast Club. Nicely tucked away just behind the high street and on a narrow alley of boutique shops, I found a queue stretching the length of the alley and then some. I'd finally arrived to one of the most talked about breakfast stops in London.
Wait time was about 30 - 45 minutes, which probably could have been cut down if the waiting staff had a better seating system. But to expect customer service like that, I would really need to head back to the States as I'm more likely to discover a new element than receive decent customer service here.
Oddly enough, once seated I didn't ask for a plate of pancakes, smothered in maple syrup and at least 6 strips of bacon on the side. My boyfriend did however, which left me to judge them without being disappointed that the pancakes weren't prepared in a way that any John Hughes character would have expected.
The good news: the pancakes and the bacon were right on target - fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon.
The bad news: it wasn't nearly enough. At about £8, for 2 things on the plate, it left a lot to be desired. Why this country doesn't understand the beauty of sides, I will never understand. If there were some eggs, and a small pot(bowl) of summer fruit as well, we'd be in business.
I was hardcore craving some eggs, so I went for Eggs Florentine and a cup of tea. Not very American after all but very nice all the same.
The Breakfast Club - Eggs Florentine
The Breakfast Club - a cuppa
The eggs were more than filling (I couldn't finish them!), which is what I was going for, and cost about the same price as the pancakes - which I would've finished, and would've wanted more to go with it. I definitely recommend heading to the Breakfast Club, as it makes for a perfect Sunday brunch location. Just be prepared to shell out a few more ££ if you were looking for a real American breakfast experience.
We've tried to hide from it and we've taken a 'wait until it happens' approach in preparing for it, but this week, there's no denying it: The Olympics are definitely coming, and for the most part are here.
I participated in my first Olympic Event this Saturday as I watched the torch run through Stoke Newington. In true British fashion, few people knew what was happening at Clissold Park that day and of those that did, no one knew from which direction the torch would come - not even the organisers. Standard.
The planned Olympic Torch Hackney route - day 64
The path in Clissold Park, moments before the torch was meant to arrive.
Nonetheless, I had a 6 second window, where I was able to see what people around the world will symbolise as the light of the Games and triumph for their countries. And I suppose that's pretty cool.
The Olympic Torch on Green Lanes
The parade of official Olympic money-givers
As this is the first work week with the torch in London, I'll be preparing myself for the herds of tourists and ticket holders aimlessly roaming my streets. Early morning rises, long walks home - mostly all transport related really. With some luck I'll be able to catch the Opening Ceremony at one of London's open parks, capacity permitting. But that's it, this is the Great British Summer we've all been asked to partake in - Ready. Steady. Go.
You ever have one of those days where something you knew nothing about just keeps popping up everywhere? That's what happened to me on my way home today when all of a sudden everything I saw was telling me about Converse Represent.
It seems that despite the ridiculous amount of Olympic themed things dominating London for the rest of the 'summer', Converse have managed to knock out a mini festivals of sorts in a venue I've been meaning to tick off my gig list, the 100 Club.
Much like the iTunes festival, it's free - so you select which artists you'd like to see, you're put into a drawing and notified if you snapped up a pair of tickets 2 weeks before the event. I've already put in my entry so fingers crossed, but I doubt I'll be so lucky! With artists like SBTRKT, Santigold, Django Django, Best Coast, Paul Weller etc etc, I think they'll be hard to win.
*This post is about 2 months delayed due to some very bad relationship management from a sponsor. Therefore, this post is not sponsored.*
What happens to the streets of London that are normally filled with commuters making their way into Central London or The City on the weekend? Markets, that's what.
I finally walked through Chapel Market in Angel in my beautiful borough of Islington (I don't think I will ever live in another borough!!). Chapel Market has beautiful fruits and veg, various bits and bobs of jewellery, shoes, clothes and...bed mattresses? It's borderline car boot sale mixed with a farmers' market and simply good for a wander. What's even better is that this is a short walk, bus or tube ride away from King's Cross.
Sometimes I get a bit sad when I walk through King's Cross or anywhere else in Central and realise that this is the only London that most tourists get to know. There is SO MUCH outside of Zone 1 to see. When I came here as a tourist I hated London, it seemed like any other big city. But after living here, I've discovered that there are so many mini-cities in London - it's not what a tourist sees at all.
I like to play a game when I walk/take the bus through London where I 'unlock' levels on the map (hint at my geeky gamer girl past). There's a fork in the road at King's Cross where Caledonian Road takes you North and Pentonville Road takes you North East and straight to Angel. Once I connected those points, I realised London was a lot easier to navigate without the restrictions of the Tube map.
I later travelled on to Whitechapel to visit some friends, which required me unlocking the Angel to Old Street and Old Street/Liverpool St/Brick Lane (thanks to many a drunken night) to Whitechapel portions of the map. :)
As I normally only go there at night before heading out, I'd never seen the high street at full force. It's decorated with a massive street market in what appears to not even be London anymore save for the shiny Gherkin poking its head above the street signs.
What about you - how do you like to discover cities you visit?
For the Londoners - which levels of the map have you unlocked? :)
