A Night On The Town part 3
After writing my bog entry "To London again" I decided to check my emails where upon I discovered that the meet time was an hour earlier than I thought. I rushed to Barnehurst station and (as usual) arrived just in time to be too late. By the time I had bought a ticket I had missed a train. As I had 15 minutes until the next one I decided to take some photos for this blog. I was rather pleased with this effort.
When I arrived at Charing Cross I realised that I had just enough time to visit Trafalgar Square and take some photographs. Although I had taken pictures there on my last visit I wanted to go again. Every year the people of Norway send a Christmas tree to London as a thank you to the people of Britain for there part in the countries liberation in World War 2. The lights had been turned on on Thursday, so I wanted to get some festive photo's.
Trafalgar Square with Christmas Tree
Nelson's Column and Fountain
Photographs taken I walked to Charing Cross Road. We were meeting in a pub called the Montague Pyke. Before that it was called the Moon Under Water (as are the vast majority of Wetherspoon's pubs). Before it was a pub it was the Marquee, a very famous rock venue.
I was on time but the last to arrive. I was meeting three of my friends, Simon (co-conspirator on my previous 2 trips up town), Avick and Mike. I have known Simon and Avick for around 10 years. I met them through going to watch Wasps play Rugby. Mike I have known for considerably longer. We went to school together. We knew of each other when we were 11 and probably became friends a year or 2 latter (it is difficult to say when the friendship started). It was Mike that took me to Wasps for the first time.
It was good to catch up with Avick and Mike as I hadn't seen either of them for more than 6 months. It had originally been our intention to visit several pubs but the company was good, the beer was good, the conversation was
From left to right: Simon, Avick and Mike
I really can't tell you what the conversation was about, at that time of alcohol it was probably deep and meaningful. No doubt we put the world to rights, easily solving the problems of terrorism, poverty, starvation and the Middle-East. Like so many alcohol fuel conversations they are transient affairs, important at the time but forgotten in the morning. The conversations didn't matter, the company of good friends did.
Eventually we headed back our separate ways. Mike and I live only one stop apart so we travelled back together (after buying a Cornish Pasty at Charing Cross). I got off at Mike's stop as I needed to do some shopping on the way home (thank you the 24 hour ASDA).
As I had taken a photograph of the start point of my journey (Barnehurst Station) I decided it would be nice to finish off by photographing the end point. So I took some photographs of a dark and deserted Bexleyheath Town Centre.
Bexleyheath Town Centre
I had a great night out with great friends, who could ask for more?
There is only one sad foot note. The picture of Bexleyheath Town Centre was the last picture my digital camera will ever take. It has been suffering with an intermittent problem with the lens since November. It finally died after that picture.