Gamiila (gamiila) wrote,

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In which a much loved song gets taken out of retirement

I'd managed to speak to mezzer the night before, and she'd graciously agreed to share her room with me that night after the gig, so it was with a light heart that I that I stepped out from under the shower, then somehow lost my balance and fell...and broke the toilet seat. Shamefacedly, I confessed my mishap to the hotel receptionist on checking out, but she said it was fine -- so I was a little surprised when, halfway down the street, I was overtaken by another member of the hotel staff, who said she'd overheard our conversation and needed to fill out some paperwork relating to my incident. I solemnly swore the hotel was not in any way to blame, and went on my merry way to Waterloo, there to leave my luggage so I could enjoy the rest of the day unencumbered. I bought a poppy, and had a full English breakfast there, and took myself off to Oxford St to search for a Europe to UK adapter, as my phone was running dangerously low on battery life. I found one in John Lewis, where I also gave into temptation in Haberdashery, by purchasing a half cross stitch tapestry kit. If I ever finish it, I will have my very own Evening View of Westminster in needlepoint.

It was a nice, cold, sunny day, and I quite happily wandered around the city for a few hours. I had a rather surreal encounter with a dreadlocked girl in Trafalgar Square, who came up to me as I was sunning myself on the National Gallery steps. She introduced herself as being 'one of the street people around here' and, gesturing at my coat, asked "Is that real fur?" I admitted that it was. Fascinated, she stroked my sleeve and lapels for a while, then kissed me on the cheek and whispered "Thank you for wearing real fur" before moving off to beg a cigarette of another passer-by.

I usually get lectures from people on the evils of the fur trade.

Before too long, it was time to collect my stuff from Waterloo and head back to the hotel I had checked out of only that morning. I don't know what the receptionist must have thought when she saw me, the Toilet Seat Breaker, trailing behind mezzer through the automatic doors again!

As a venue, I think the Cross Kings in Kings Cross got the thumbs up from all of us diehard CoRo fans. It's easy to get to, the food is delicious and the prices reasonable, the staff is very friendly, and the basement has no awkward layout or weird dark corners like in The Troubadour. Also, the walls boast some quite amusing art work. As my phone was recharging in our hotel room, I couldn't take any pictures that night, though; which is a shame 'cause it was a fantastic show.

The musician who had originally been booked to provide the opening had been taken ill on the way down from Bristol, but someone else had been found on short notice, and he made sure he kept our attention by unexpectedly SHOUT-SINGING at the top of his lungs every 10 minutes or so. Up next, David again took no time at all to win over any member of the audience that hadn't experienced his music or his banter before; I believe he did very well at the merchandise table later.

As to CoRo -- they were just on fire that night. They laughed, they joked, they sung like angels...and then...could it be? Surely not! Oklahoma? They must be teasing us! But no -- they're playing it! And now they're actually singing it, too! We...were dumbstruck.

Again, we didn't hang around after the gig for long. Most of us had work the next day, and me, I had an early morning coach to Coventry to catch!

Tags: common rotation, david berkeley, gigs, travel

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