London Pride 2017

I must have a break from our road trip memoir today. There are yet bucket-loads to write about and I want to carry on while my memory is still fresh. However, today was a day for Pride in London, and Hubbie and I went to see the parade with Bella in tow.

Before joining a crowd on Regent Street, we decided to have lunch at SAID on Broadwick Street…

SAID has been a fixture of Broadwick Street for a number of years. They sell ludicrously tasty chocolates with amazing twists and also serve delicious Italian dishes. I just love the way they present their simple yet exquisite offerings.

I had SAID Salad – Honey coated roasted goat’s cheese with walnuts and dark chocolate shavings…

I must say, every mouthful was absulute joy. Who invented this amazingly moreish salad? Chocolate in salad? What a crazy but also wonderful idea!

The walnut had a hint of warm sweetness which went very well with the saltiness of the cheese. And the chocolate, it added another depth to the already colourful elements on the plate.

While we munched through our lunch, a group of drag queens were heading towards the parade…

 

 

They were gorgeous!

Later on, I saw them on London Live TV, performing in Leicester Square.

After lunch, we made our way to Regent Street via Carnaby Street and Beak Street. The street was really busy with the manifold of crowds lining along the barriers, waiting for the parade to commence.

‘Too many people here and can’t see a thing. Let’s move towards Piccadilly Circus!’ Hubbie suggested.

We weaved through the crowd, made a detour to an exhibition at Beetles + Huxley and eventually, made it to Piccadilly Circus.

Then, the party started!

 

 

Alas, I could only see moving flags and hear the beat and cheer.

‘Shall we move further down towards Pall Mall?’ We drifted along the crowd who seemed to have the same idea.

But our effort was in vain. Pall Mall was choking with the crowd too!

And Bella decided to sing along with the parade…

 

 

We ended up walking as far as Trafalgar Square but decided to throw in the towel. There was no way we could find any decent spot to see the parade properly anywhere along the route.

‘We should have planned it better.’ Hubbie and I agreed as we trudged towards Green Park tube station in the hot afternoon sun. Needless to say, Bella was fast asleep on my lap as soon as we were on our way home by tube…

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Focus!

But focus on what? I am so distracted.

Since the election, I am still finding it hard to actively engaging my thought on anything at length. It feels like I am in a weird bubble or having a cloud over my head, numbing my senses. 

Bobby, give me a shot of anesthetic on my head, I joked to my dentist. I thought that I left BBC at home but he had a ceiling mounted TV and it was showing BBC 24!

All the chatter and clatter from the Westminster, ugh!  They are just gibberish, aren’t they? How I wish if I could go into hibernation and wake up when everything was sorted for good. Because I have no predilection for watching yet more political cat fights by the usual suspects in the Commons. Have had enough of them already, haven’t we?

Anyway, I was given an all-clear from the dentist and hit the pavement around 10 o’clock, feeling very hungry because I skipped breakfast.

Hmm…, I need something comforting and reassuring…

At Benugo on Great Portland Street, I had a toasted sannie named Londoner. Between the two slices of granary bread I found egg, sausage and bacon. Very very moreish. 

After finishing my breakfast, I felt a little happier. This is it, I thought. It is because the time like this, I mustn’t let negativity which are prevalent recently to mar my life. Instead, I should focus on what are in front of me and appreciate them as they are.

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Tear & smile

I was glued to the TV from 7 to 10 pm last night, watching One Love Manchester Concert on BBC. During the three hours, I felt all sorts of emotions, sadness, hope, anger, tenderness and frustration. 

The music was like ripples. Some of the numbers stirred up my feeling which I had been suppressing subconsciously because it was too depressing, and I felt really raw and wounded. Then, there were another songs which uplifted my mood and soothed the pain in my heart. Even though I was more than 43 miles away, I felt united with the audience and the performers at the concert. 

There are many people all over the world who wake up to their undeserved nightmare this morning due to terror attacks. Losing loved ones or recovering from the damages done physically or psychologically, for them, the days lie ahead of them must feel like dark and harrowing. We must never forget about the victims. But we also have to remember that there are people who are left to pick up the pieces and have to live on with a wounded heart. 

Love heals and hate hurts. Let’s not forget.

One Love Manchester, One Love London, One Love Britain & One Love Earth! They are my battle cry against the extremists…

Feeling numb

It happened again. And I’m numbed by overwhelming sadness. Why? What for? Questions without answers. I am at loss.

Yesterday was a beautiful day. We went out for lunch at Mildreds on Lexington Street. There was a street beach party around Carnaby Street. People were queuing up for ice cream. Lots of smiles and giggles. Bella met many dogs and their friendly owners. All passes by were like our new pals. We were carefully and happy then.

However, all the joy disappeared as soon as I read a headline, “Breaking news; a major incident at London Bridge.” I was checking news on my iPhone before I went to sleep as usual, not expecting anything particular.

Life goes on as usual because that’s what I should do.
Yet, I no longer feel so great when I am on public transport or out on street because this creepy idea,”what if” stays always in the back of my mind. Is this going to be my new norm?

I look out of the window and see an overcast sky.
How I wish if I could shake off this sense of foreboding…

 

“Covfefe”@Angel Passage

Is he trying to make history? By inventing a new word? Or a chubby index finger of his baby fist simply mistyped?

Hi, Mr.Covfefe!

It was rather fitting to find that fake-tanned face amongst a jumble of vintage clutter. I wish if I had my own Room 101 and put him in there forever for good…

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