Arriving in London Town was an exciting moment. After long delays on the runway followed by about 30 hours of travel we were finally released from our claustrophobic capsule and into Heathrow. I walked a good 800 metres smiling away when suddenly I looked down at my ballet flats and realised I still had grey British Airways flight socks on....pulled up and wedged into my shoes neatly....what an attractive start to the holiday!!
The sun shone down on us during our first English day. So we hired Barclays bikes and rode about Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens until we could pedal no more. As the sun beat down we saw more than one pasty English man sprawled out in the grass collecting the first rays of summer. Little children frolicked in large school groups, wearing hi-viz attire and chattering away in mini-pommy accents much to our delight. We even bumped into Prince Charles rolling out of his royal driveway. Thinking that this was my moment of Papparazzi glory, I fumbled for my SLR. The result was fantastic, a lovely snap of the wrong vehicle, followed by a snap of Prince Charles' fuel cap. I couldn't' even blame speed, they were hurtling along at 5km/hour.
We followed this with a trip to Piccadilly Circus where another brush with fame occurred. A red carpet rolled out before us and young English girls were squealing in high pitch chants. Apparently it was Little Kim and some of her mates. For some reason I found M&M world beside us with it's four colourful floors far more exciting. A mark of my maturity.
The following morning we styled ourselves up in our best crumpled suitcase wares and headed for High Street, Kensington. Off the main street were beautiful leafy streets lined with mansions. After asking one lady where the nicest houses might dwell she whispered carefully....'turn left at the traffic lights'....then playing with her necklace nervously and giving us a secret smile she added...'Simon Cowell lives up that way.' Taking our treasured information we set off on foot. Although not knocking on the door we have a fairly good idea where our mate Si lives now. Rather fancy indeed!! We followed this by a beautiful coffee and naughty French treat in a beautiful little cafe named La Caferteria or something of the like, which was the size of a matchbox, but a BUNDLE of flavour squeezed in.
The evening was filled with music to our ears as we made our underground way to Covent Gardens where we enjoyed the musical Shrek. Putting an ogre in the place of a gracious swan might seem odd in a musical, but the chuckles and love that burst out of Shrek's big being were enough to keep our hearts smiling for two hours straight.
Up early the next day we were off to Soho to explore the area. Well what can we say, what an exciting mix of folk and from our seats looking out to the street from our restaurant we could have watched the world go by for hours. We followed this up by heading along to Arsenal's Emirates Stadium to watch a little old band by the name of Coldplay. A good 60,000 of us came to visit Chris Martin and goodness did he deliver. He jumped, skipped and danced his way through the most energetic concert I've ever been to. And with each of us sporting a special wrist band, the place looked like a Christmas tree when they all began to flash...the biggest Christmas tree the world has seen. A colourful visual that will stay with me for my life.