Protest, crawl and ppaaarrttayy

I had a bloody good time.

On Saturday 11th February I was scheduled to work and did everything I could to get the day off.  I managed it.  The week before I had met up with Tom who had said about the idea of doing a Spoons bar crawl.  That Saturday was also the day a protest was taking place that I really wanted to attend.  It was to demand the treasury allocate 10% of the transport budget to cycling by 2020.

A handful of days ago Tom said it may not be happening.  I was gutted.  But I still wanted to go down to attend the protest.  I decided to provisionally book a hotel.  Thankfully I did as a couple of days later Tom messaged to say the bar crawl was going ahead.  I know the team leader of the Ibis hotel where I was due to stay.  I messaged him to ask about storing my bicycle.  As it was a cycling related protest, bringing my bicycle on the train seemed more than likely.  He said it would be fine and also invited me out on Saturday night.  Everything came together!  I loved the plan.

I didn’t bring my bicycle down in the end.  I cycled from my house to Wellingborough Train Station.  I firstly went to a home design museum.  In my last year at university, I had a module which explored the relationship between people and things.  Walking through this museum, the Geffrye Museum, reminded me of that.  How people’s relationship with the items they use on a day to day basis changes, how the items change and how it makes them who they are.The Geffrye Museum

Stairway to exhibition

Teenage bedroom exhibition

I then made by way to Trafalgar Square.  I was shocked at how many people were there for the protest.

I saw this bad boy.  This pod reaches incredibly high speeds.  Essentially a bicycle with a shell, its aerodynamic outer makes it glide past the traffic.

Ohhhh

Just before the protest march from Trafalgar Square to the Treasury, I cast my eye on this guy standing on his own.  He looked beautiful.  As I approached, I confirmed he was.  I started speaking to him.  I cannot remember what I said but we soon were talking about the Critical Masses we’d been on and our love for cycling and for London.  A guy on a similar wavelength to my own.  My gaydar was playing up.  Even if we don’t enter a whirlwind romance, a friendship with him would be lovely.

Obesity, pollution, invest in the solution!

Obesity, pollution, invest in the solution!

Here’s a video of the protest.

After taking part in a die-in and after listening to a lot of speakers, I went to my hotel room for a rest and to get some much needed battery power.  I got the tube and met Tom and his friends in a Wetherspoons.  And then we went to another and another and another.

I decided to firstly pop back to the hotel.  I changed my shoes and topped my phone up a little bit.  I got the tube to Leicester Square and walked to Heaven.  I stood in the queue.

Queue for Heaven

I was standing there for so long.  It was well over an hour.  Eventually, I got into the club and met up with some friends.

Heaven - the laser caught the camera

Just as I was taking a photo, the laser shone into the camera lens.  It’s quite pretty.

A few times I lost my friends but the atmosphere in Heaven is that which makes it seem so normal to just dance on your own.  I stayed until 5am.  As the club closed I got this shot.

Heaven closing

It was a whirlwind trip and I fitted so much in.

See you soon London. 

Sam x

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