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I have been to London. Thursday my mum came down to look after Eva whilst mark and I went into Town. I was still feeling coldy but I had been looking forward to our escape to the city for so long I threw caution to the wind. Mark and I had bought tickets to see Bruce Cockburn last Oct and to be honest I hadn’t twigged that the gig was on a Thurs night until a few weeks ago. So, I was having to bunk off college (not that I crept away – I did tell my tutors – after all I am training to be a vicar I think proper bunking off would be pretty poor – it’s not just Jesus who is watching me now!). Anyway, we had booked a hotel near to the venue – the Borderline – and we just got there in time to get a bite to eat and settle down. We managed to wedge ourselves into a corner which gave us a reasonably good vantage point – and it meant that I had a wall to lean against. I was still feeling rubbish so leaning was a very good idea.

Now, I love Bruce Cockburn, I have done since the late 1980’s and he is has been one of my guilty pleasures because people who are cool take the p*** out of me for liking him (in the same way as they are mean about my love of U2). But now I am getting old and there is no hope of ever being cool I am less afraid of my geeky passions. I like all sorts of things that are not fashionable: profiteroles, flat shoes, comfy lounge pants, Bruce Cockburn, socialism, ready salted crisps, Crime watch, saabs, etc. I wonder if the problem cool people have with Bruce Cockburn is that he sings about things that you are not supposed to sing about in public – revolution, social justice, God, the mystery of faith, being very bad at being in love, and Iraq. He is not very good looking, he is now middle aged and has too many guitars. He is a bit of a loner and I am imagining a little testy. But I love him. He doesn’t know this (and I don’t want anyone to tell him).

Anyway, I loved the gig. Bruce was fab. He played some of my favourites – Wondering where the Lions are, and Mystery were particularly good. When I was younger I wanted to play the guitar like Bruce. I have only managed to be an ok rhythm guitarist and that’s ok, but I still dream I can finger pick quick. There were quite a few Greenbelt faces in the audience. Which was good to see. If only Bruce could come to Greenbelt again. Those were the days!

After the gig I was too tired to go out to a club so we went back to out hotel via a waffle shop! Friday we went down Oxford Street for a mosey about. Bought nothing (no money) but had a good walk. Then too a tube to the National Theatre because I wanted to see the exhibition of Joan Littlewood/The Arts of the Theatre Workshop. They don’t make theatre like this anymore! Phil Christopher and I directed Oh What a Lovely War when I was pregnant with Eva. Blimey that seems such a long time ago. We then went to the Barbican to an exhibition – The Face of History: European Photographers in the 20th Century. It was an amazing collection of work, different styles and themes, various techniques and subjects. But, there was too much for one visit and we left feeling quite exhausted. If you go take a long time and go for a coffee at least once. You need to give your eyes/brain a rest.

So, it was a fun packed couple of days of culture. I really needed to have an injection of the real world. And I got it. The pushy, restless spin of London has taken what was left of my coldy body and wrung me out. I didn’t got to Morris dancing. I didn’t go to Andrew Hargreaves party. I went to bed and didn’t wake up until 10am this morning. Eva and I have been watching DVD’s and are just off to Tesco! Mark is working at Spappy Snaps, White Ladies Road. I feel like a wet lettuce. Hey Ho.


Written by ellenloudon

January 27, 2007 at 12:43 pm

Posted in family, fun, music

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  1. I am jelous! you got me into loving bruce and you slip away for a sly night with him and don’t even mention it to me! your brazen ‘gloating’ of your enjoyable night via the world of blog has sickened me. Are you purposely rubbing it in my face?And all this pretending your ‘un cool’ so that people will take pity on you and provide an array of compliments.Disguisting. It is not going to wash with me young lady. Shape up or ship out loudon.

    St. Claire of Toxteth

    January 27, 2007 at 4:56 pm

  2. Why can’t Bruce come to Greenbelt again? Is he merely out of favour with those issuing invites, or I am missing something more fundamental?

    John H

    January 31, 2007 at 7:00 pm

  3. Visiting London was a little like reliving fairy tales from my childhood. Growing up reading about a land filled with kings and queens, singing a song about the London Bridge, and being told in seventh grade Geography class that Thames is pronounced “Tims”, were enough to create in me the desire to visit this place at some point in my life. I am deeply grateful for being given the opportunity to travel to this amazing city. I was amazed of a quantity of Limo London owners. I love going to Cities and getting lost in the history of the place, I can do that every day in London. Next time you go to London, open your eyes and look around you. It is like an another world.Thanks Lyd for your fascinating blog, pictures.Keep up the great work!


    April 3, 2008 at 2:00 pm

  4. Dmitras works for the limo co. xxx

    Ellen Loudon

    April 3, 2008 at 5:37 pm

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