Last Sunday Rob and I travelled up to London town to watch the Pixies. They are one of our favourite bands and have been on our must see live wish list for a very, very long time.
Earlier this year I Googled to see if any bands I like were touring. I saw that the Pixies were playing in the UK, and even better, in London. So I snapped up some early bird tickets for Field Day Festival. Plus they were a consolation prize for me not getting a job that I really wanted which would have meant me working on Sundays. In these kind of emotional situations its best to cry, get drunk or spend recklessly to get over them. I did all three BTW. So boo to missing out, but yey to splurging out on gig tickets! Treat yo self!
Anyways, Rob and I had a fun day out. Field Day is marketed as a festival and it did feel like we were at one. Be it for one day only, in the middle of east London surrounded by tower blocks and we did not camp, but stayed in a Travel Lodge!
We decided to stay up for the night as our last train home was just after 11pm and there was no way we would have made it back to Victoria station in time without leaving halfway through the Pixies set.
Like that was ever going to happen, eh! So after lots of research and a huge chunk of my time wasted on comparison websites, I booked us into the good old cheap ‘n’ cheerful(ish) Travel Lodge at the Docklands near Canary Wharf. I figured that we could drive up, park for 24 hours in the hotel car park and then catch the 277 bus from around the corner straight to Victoria Park. Doing it this way worked out cheaper than catching the train and tube and seemed to be a much more relaxed, smooth, seamless journey.
In theory anyway. Unfortunatley Rob and I are not that great in London. We are townies/smaller walkable city types to the core. We tend to get lost and are a bit rubbish on the tube and are not great at handling the crowds and expensive bar prices (OK, the we is really me). Needless to say our latest trip to LDN was not without a few minor hiccups!
If smooth and seamless includes not being able to find the entrance to the bloody hotel and us driving through the Blackwall tunnel three times on the journey up there (don’t ask. My fault apparently) and then after the gig, the bus back was diverted due to crowd control and we ended up catching two different number 277 buses (my fault again apparently, as I told the driver the wrong name for our stop and he gave us the wrong information telling us to get off at the next stop and to catch another bus etc).
The nice thing was that both bus drivers let us ride on the night buses for free. I think it was my crazy, bloodshot, drunken eyes that freaked them out. Either that or they are just not used to people talking to them politely and trying to buy tickets. Or they couldn’t be arsed to change my fiver. London, eh! Take that Oyster card swiping suckers!
Here are a few photos from the day, all taken by Rob and there is more of the same thing to see in my Instagram feed if anyone is interested.