While you might well be right to say it was a bit of a waste of time, given that I didn’t achieve what I set out to, I feel I just came in from a glorious walk. I’m currently looking for activities with which to occupy myself – Lyn has her music and the Paraorchestra, so I think I need to hav soe sort of occupation apart from reading and blogging too. With that in mind, today I had the idea of going up to London and investigating it’s famous film school: perhaps courses there would e more hands on and activity-oriented. I have recently felt the need to go out there and start making stuff, doing stuff, rather than just tapping away at my keyboard for hours on end.
thus this afternoon I set out. first I headed for the local bus stop, boarded a 53 bound for whitehall, and instantly realised it was going to be a long afternoon. There were two prams in the wheelchair space. The driver asked the west-indian guardians to move them, as per the signage, but they misheard him and thought he was asking them to get off the bus altogether. You should have heard he argument that ensued – I felt so embarrassed I almost got off and headed home. I felt like hiding, and fixed my eyes to my Ipad for most of the trip.
I was still wondering what ‘bloodclart’ means when we got up into the city. In Parliament Square, of course, they were busy preparing for tomorrow. Strangely, it felt like the build-up to the olympics all over again, for there was the same sense of activity and anticipation, albeit under ver different circumstances. Not wishing to dally, though, I rolled on, down the now-quite-familiar whitehall, across trafalgar square, towards here google maps said the London Film School should be. It took me some time to find, and when I found it I was rather disappointed. I had rather expected a quite grand building, but the entrance to the London film school, it turns out, is no more than a normal looking door in a normal looking building. A door which, even more disappointingly, was quite firmly locked for the Easter break. I had trundled all the way up there for nothing.
Nothing, that is, apart from a great walk in central London. She looked glorious today, in the spring sun. Before I came home, I had a look round Parliament square, at all the statues, journalists and armed police. Then, not wanting a repeat of my inward journey, I took the tube home, resolving to do the sensible but boring thing and email the film school instead.