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A trip up to the South Bank

Yesterday was another cool day which made me reflect on just how awesome my adopted hometown (perhaps that should be 'home metropolis') is. I hadn't been to the South Bank in ages and was wondering what was currently on up there, so the sun beating down, at about eleven I set off. I got as far as the dome, though, when Lyn messaged me to ask whether I'd signed Kirsty's timesheet. I hadn't, and, knowing such matters are too important to neglect, set off straight back home.

When I got in, I signed the sheet and then dashed off a quick blog entry, but the sun was still shining and the south bank was still there, so I set off back out. This time, I headed to woolwich, hoping to get the Thames Clipper there rather than at the dome. The problem was, once I got there I discovered that the clippers only sailed from woolwich in the evenings and at weekends.

At that I was about to give up. The south bank could wait; something obviously didn't want me to visit it today. I headed back to charlton park for a coffee, thinking I would then head home. But then, something about the brew made me think again - why should I be defeated by such matters? After all, there was still plenty of time left in the day.

Soon after that I found myself sailing up the river from North Greenwich, the city looking magnificent before me. By boat you get a better idea of the geography of the metropolis: it ceases to be a labyrinth of roads and becomes more of a landscape, stretching endlessly out in all directions. Passing the Georgian townhouses and Elizabethan palaces, you also get the impression that this place has a history which goes back centuries. Never is that more so as when you sail past Shakespeare's globe. It looked as grand as ever yesterday afternoon, and I promised myself I would pay it another visit soon.

Yesterday, however, I had another target in mind: I had decided it was high time I visited the British Film Institute. I had heard so much about the BFI southbank: that it was a kind of Mecca for british cinephiles. But, before yesterday, I had never been. Getting off the boat, then, I headed straight for it, and was instantly blown away. Here at last was my church, my holy place where I could go to worship. I picked up a couple of leaflets, and they have so much cool stuff on in the coming two months that a few return visits were clearly essential. Speaking to a guy at the reception, I also managed to get a couple of emails addresses which could prove very useful for my own film making.

By then, though, it was getting late; more to the point I was getting hungry. I set off again, heading through the crowds on the southbank, by then just getting started on their Friday evening frivolities. It felt amazing to be among them, out and about in this great world maelstrom. In recent weeks it has suffered, as the country has. We are going through a rough patch at the moment: tensions are high and there is still a lot of devision. Today, the tv informed me last night, is something called the Great Get Together, a weekend of events where we celebrate that which unites us. It marks the anniversary of the murder of Jo Cox, the MP killed in the lead-up to the referendum. It's a great idea, if you ask me - we need to calm down and come together again.

Yet last night I saw no sign of any such devision: people were out, together, having a good time. This is a great world city. It has a kind of spirit, a feeling to it. The world saw it in 2012, and I felt it again last night among the crowd, then on the tube home. This city is one - we are one people, one london, huge, sprawling, and magnificently diverse. And history shows that, no matter how bad things get, it always comes together.


[Edited 17/06/2017 at 12:15:56 - Added a bit]
[Edited 17/06/2017 at 15:19:24 - Minor correction ]

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