There are two types of people in this world: those who plan ahead, and those for whom the suggestion of arranging something three months in advance is a terrifying reminder of all the adult responsibilities they don’t have yet. Thankfully, planning ahead in London is largely pointless. Here’s why.
Apparently, getting a few thousand people to stand and listen to some insanely good live music without also chatting to their mates at the same time is a nigh-impossible pipe dream. But if anyone’s going to do it, James Blake will.
Three years it took me.
Three years to get round to seeing the view from Europe’s highest building, which is two years and 363 days longer than it took everyone in London to turn “getting taken up the Shard” into a phrase you can no longer say out loud without someone finishing the sentence with “WHEYYYYY”.
But last Thursday night, I made it. I went. I took myself.