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.
My dad became a freeman of the city of London a few weeks ago. Since this happened some people have asked me what it means. The short answer is “I’m not completely sure”, the long, vague answer is “he gets to go to dinners in really old halls and talk to other butchers” and the best answer is “don’t know […]