Was it really 13 years ago? They say time seems to go faster as you get older, and the problem is, we’re now going downhill!
2006, and the first of many visits to London, we had to drive as we couldn’t get a train, and for some reason I had the insane idea that it would only take about two and a half hours. Not quite sure what I was thinking of at the time, but we set off far too late in Jill’s car (which she called Polly) in the hope of getting there in time to check into our hotel and get to the theatre. I wrote this when we came back and have just dredged it out of the archives.
A Weekend to Remember
We’re off down to London to see the Queen, oh no… it’s the Lion King I mean!
The trains are all full so we set off by car, the time it will take under-guessed by far
Not enough time the show will soon start, we think what to do with the pounding of hearts!
Leave the car, hire a cab? Yes we should! Leaving Polly marooned at St John’s Wood
We arrive at the theatre with minutes to spare, paying a princely, exorbitant fare!
Settling down just in time for the intro, the start to a truly fabulous show
For hours we’re spellbound, by light and colour, and dance and sound
Transported away to a magical place, then Jill sneaks away just to save face
The death of Mufasa, oh yes it draws near, she sidles away to avoid shedding tears!
The crowd erupts at the end of the show, cheering as each of the stars takes their bow
A fantastic performance one not to forget, of all the shows perhaps the best yet?
Then out into London once more we go, in search of the tube for somewhere to go
Back for Polly alone in the dark, then to the hotel, was it through Regent’s Park?
Our room is not ready, we have to wait, free tea we enjoy and biscuits on a plate
The room is fab, we spend an hour, getting ready and having a shower
Then out to the town and into the throng, so busy, so buzzing, it doesn’t take long
La Bella Italia’s the place we feel, to sit for a while with a wonderful meal
Bruschetta and pasta, and mushrooms divine, all washed down with a bottle of wine
Now in search of a pub we need to go, where nothing but ale of the real type flows
We find one or two where the pumps are sat, serving the beer lifeless and flat
But still we enjoy an evening out, in London town around and about
Then back to our digs in a cab once more, cup of tea, lie down then instantly snore
Tired and full, but oh what a night, contentedly smiling we’re out like a light!
The following day with map on board, we set off again heading toward
The river, Trafalgar, and Covent Garden, enlisting the help of a traffic warden
Desperately looking for somewhere to park, driving in circles, oh what a lark
We finally find a place to stay, smelt like a toilet with pounds to pay
Out again in the fresh air on foot, we head to the Thames, just for a look
Take in the sights, as we walk on by, Waterloo Bridge and the London Eye
Across to Westminster, the Cenotaph too, an eerie silence as we pass through
The muster is over, the Queen has gone
There’s a hush of respect as we pass through the throng
On past the Abbey and Horse Guard’s Parade, of days such as this are memories made
Finally back to the market square, it’s cold but still there are tables there
Out in the street on a windy day, we sit and eat on this November day
The food is poor but the feeling is good, a busker plays to lighten the mood
Then at last we know it’s time to go home, although we’d like to stay and roam
So much to see, so much to do, yet not enough time for me and you
Out of the car park from hell we arise, heading north into darkening skies
Pausing just briefly to fill up with gas, the streets of the city quickly pass
Then we’re onto the motorway heading north, eating up miles for all we’re worth
Soon we’ll be home and tucked up in bed, with brilliant memories in our heads
All this happened one November, in 2006 a weekend to remember
I’m sure we’ll back, we’ll do it again, we’ll pick a show and plan a weekend
But one thing’s for sure, the next time we go, one thing we learned and I’m sure you’ll know
We love you London though your parking’s a pain
And when we come back we’ll be coming by train!