Peteaud
Veteran
- Location
- South Somerset
Living down here is good old Somerset we don't get up to the big smoke (London) much, so it was a rare treat / misfortune that on Saturday we headed up the A303, past a large pile of stones that many people had paid to look at and up the M3, M4 and M40 to Hillingdon station.
3.5 hours of travelling and we managed to get a parking space and insert our £1.50 (yes £1.50) fee and headed off to find a ticket booth.
No one around but aha, a machine. Great i want a return to Barbican x 2, no not acton, restart, clear, no not west ham, clear, restart arrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhh FFS.
Eventualy we got two tickets, although i dont know if they were correct, anyhow onto the train we got. What happened to carriages, one big long train with wiggly floors!!!
Changing at Baker street to another train we arrived at Barbican. A quick walk and we found said Barbican hall, great, now for some food and a coffee. No i am not paying £8.00 for a salad, there must be a place open nearby, its London, a big city, a global mega metropolis. Not one damn place open!!!!! Finaly found a restaurant, The Golden Arches, a seedy little place with a staff who struggled with basic english. An order was placed, 1 coffee (not bad to be fair) an american rubber chicken and gloop roll, some nuggets and a milkshake.
This is the 1st time in around 7 years i have dined on such poor quality sh1te, i still feel queesy to be honest.
Back to the Barbican where we spent an hour comb over watching (to the chap with the special lard applied stick it to your head comb over, respect and several hi fives).
Time for the main event, only the support act (poor) and then the interval. Then at last, EmmyLou graces the stage, time stands still, her voice is still amazing, she is still beautiful and when she gets into Dylans "Every grain of sand" i am in heaven (i want that song at my funeral btw). Running through the Wrecking Ball album the evening flies by, the "calling my children home" song, sung with just a few chords on the guitar blew me away.
Shes gone, the stage is empty, now the mad rush to get out.
Onto the train, and another, back to the car, down the motorway to stop at Beaconsfiels services (awful) and finally into bed at i forget time.
What have i learned in the last 24 hours.
1. Emmylou is a goddess
2. London, i never want to live there, a visit every few years is enough.
3. London underground have dire machines.
4. New trains are souless.
5. The Barbican is a bit meh
6. The Golden Arches, is still and always will be dire.
7. Motorways are great at 3.00 AM
Emmylou Harris on stage at The Barbican. I was there
3.5 hours of travelling and we managed to get a parking space and insert our £1.50 (yes £1.50) fee and headed off to find a ticket booth.
No one around but aha, a machine. Great i want a return to Barbican x 2, no not acton, restart, clear, no not west ham, clear, restart arrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhh FFS.
Eventualy we got two tickets, although i dont know if they were correct, anyhow onto the train we got. What happened to carriages, one big long train with wiggly floors!!!
Changing at Baker street to another train we arrived at Barbican. A quick walk and we found said Barbican hall, great, now for some food and a coffee. No i am not paying £8.00 for a salad, there must be a place open nearby, its London, a big city, a global mega metropolis. Not one damn place open!!!!! Finaly found a restaurant, The Golden Arches, a seedy little place with a staff who struggled with basic english. An order was placed, 1 coffee (not bad to be fair) an american rubber chicken and gloop roll, some nuggets and a milkshake.
This is the 1st time in around 7 years i have dined on such poor quality sh1te, i still feel queesy to be honest.
Back to the Barbican where we spent an hour comb over watching (to the chap with the special lard applied stick it to your head comb over, respect and several hi fives).
Time for the main event, only the support act (poor) and then the interval. Then at last, EmmyLou graces the stage, time stands still, her voice is still amazing, she is still beautiful and when she gets into Dylans "Every grain of sand" i am in heaven (i want that song at my funeral btw). Running through the Wrecking Ball album the evening flies by, the "calling my children home" song, sung with just a few chords on the guitar blew me away.
Shes gone, the stage is empty, now the mad rush to get out.
Onto the train, and another, back to the car, down the motorway to stop at Beaconsfiels services (awful) and finally into bed at i forget time.
What have i learned in the last 24 hours.
1. Emmylou is a goddess
2. London, i never want to live there, a visit every few years is enough.
3. London underground have dire machines.
4. New trains are souless.
5. The Barbican is a bit meh
6. The Golden Arches, is still and always will be dire.
7. Motorways are great at 3.00 AM
Emmylou Harris on stage at The Barbican. I was there

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