Yesterday saw the best night out I’ve had in a good long while. I’ve always wanted to go to a festival, and now I have, if only for one evening. We went to canary wharf jazz festival. To be honest it was Dominic’s idea. But he always seems to have brilliant ideas like that.

At first, of course, I didn’t know what to expect; I was rather expecting to hear some old-style jazz music, the type you hear in places like new Orleans. Instead, wart I found was more modern, but still very, very cool. We saw the last two groups of the night, and I was especially taken by The Herbaliser, the headline act. For some reason they reminded me of The cat empire, so I’ll definitely be looking them up.

Listening to the funky music last night in Canada square, surrounded by people, and looking up at the skyscrapers around us, I remember thinking: ”This is what London is really about”. A glance at the list of upcoming events told me that there are many more gigs to go to, many more nights out to be had. In the last week the image of London has become an image of a looter and a thug, but that isn’t it’s true face – the true image of london is the image I saw last night – an image of people coming together, listening to music, and having a great time.