yesterday,
we went to the anti racism concert thing in trafalgar square.
it was pretty good at the start, some speakers, and dancers and singers from schools about london.
we were having fun.
me and alice got split up from the rest of the group, but it was okay, because we had got further to the front, just befor lethal bizzle came on, we noticed they had got into the front & centre bit, so we weaved our way over to them. this was a mistake.
the crowd were wild for 'lethal b' and things got a bit rough. quite rough actually. and then he did that '22 grand job...' and people got a little out of control, we had walked our way into the worst patch and could barely stand up. people were pushing & kicking & punching, and we had lost laura.
so we tried to fight our way out, but we were just getting pushed back. there were so many people, we were like drowning, then i lost my shoes, don't really know when they came off my feet, but it seemed funny, a man helped us get out of the madness, and we walked right out of the crowds checked we were still in one peice, and then i remembered my lack of footwear. i had trodden in glass and my feet were bleeding, we hobbled over to the fountains and i washed my feet to get the dirt out, which seemed kind of silly, as i had to walk barefoot some more, and they just got more dirty.
i was looking for a first aid place so i could get some antiseptic, but they didn't have one, so a police man told me to ask a man in a yellow tabard, i asked him. he was just a bit patronising. geez. he called someone else in a yellow tabard, she called an event organiser, who called a first aider (all i needed was a plaster to keep the dirt out!) and they took my name so they could ask on stage for my shoes back. the woman sprayed a bit of antiseptic and gave me a plaster which i put on. and we met up with someone else from school, who was carrying someone elses bag that happened to have my size shoes in it. so i wore them for a bit. we walked up to where the backstage area was. and we saw the paddingtons messing around, alice asked them if they would ask on stage for my shoes. and they said okay and all climbed into a port-a-potty. it was strange. we went back down to where the stage was, and watched for a while, we kept well out of the crowd though.
and we saw a man that looked EXACTLY like julian barratt (from the boosh) wasn't him though.
we were next to a man and his mum, and all these girls kept running up to him and saying 'oh my god your from ........ i love your band!' and getting photos with him, we had never heard of them. ever.
we were dancing, and i looked round, and the ambulance lady was calling me, though i didn't know if she was calling me or someone else, but it was me.
my shoes had been found!
and all was well!
then we wandered around, went to macdonalds etc.
we saw boy kill boy
they were good
and we saw belle and sebastian
they were even better. and some other band called 'trafalgar' i think. they were great. yeah it was a good day,
now i am aching, and i am betting everyone else is too.
worth the pain i am sure.