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Published: November 7th 2008
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Well, where to begin? We left off at the arrival of a one Matthew, and so the fun began! I don't think I have ever been as proud of myself as I was leading my new arrival in and out of the streets of London without getting lost! Haha! Imagine that right? It seems all those times of following mum and dad through the hustle and bustle of the big city paid off somewhere in the back my brain. Some brain cell unlike the rest who deemed it wise to store information as opposed to letting it slide out the other ear. It seemed like we covered the whole of London in a matter of days! Sight after sight of jaw dropping history which knowing Matt was problem flooding his thoughts with just too much excitement. From Trafalgar Square (where matt knew damn near every little fact about why it was erected and who was involved and the Queens middle name for god sake!), to places like Camden Market where we attempted to barter with shop owners who took us for a couple dumb red necks. We filled our appetites for culture thats for sure. Now even though matt was only
with me for a short time (two weeks) we seemed to agree that a move towards another country should be in the works. With careful, half assed, planning we began to plan our trip to Barcelona, Spain. In the meantime, however we tried to make the most of the time we had of the remainder of the first week. We went to a club with my cousin Laura meeting tons of her friends and some new ones which even the ever popular Laura had not met. After Camden Market our travels found us standing before the breathtaking St.Paul's Cathedral (but if you ask matt it could be either St.Jame's, St. Peter's, or St.Paul's as he was never able to correctly recall the name of the place more than once). Incredibly even though it had closed for tourist events for the day, a security officer working the door had informed us that it was the BBC radio 2 Youth Chorister of the year final and if we were interested he would seat us for free. Unkowing of what we were getting ourselves into we followed the guard who led us to perfect seats in the main hall of St.Paul's which in
St. Paul's Cathedral
The same day as the BBC Radio 2 Youth Choristers Final, with Celeberity Judge Hayley Westenra on hand itself leaves you at a loss for words. As the events began we were asked to clap for short periods of time where our different types of clapping were recorded for later radio use, or if you like on a sitcom where the actual live audience doesn't laugh because the show sucks and they need to input our clapping later on to make it look real. As the judges were announced I couldn't help but be in complete star struck shock as Hayley Westenra (an amazing and well known Celtic singer, for those of you who don't know) was announced as one of the judges. Let's just say my interest in this event was peaked and I was eager to hear these Choral singers at work. Little did I know I would regret that wish, for as soon as the first young girl let out her angel-like voice I became a blubbery mess. Not like single manly tear, but a blubbery baby. Hard to admit really but it was something in her voice mixed with the incredibly overwhelming environment that took me beyond emotion and grabbed me firmly. I though of my mum, as a little girl running around the
Uh Oh
I have realized saying Arsenal rules in a random pub is not such a good idea! halls of this massive building, giggling with her friends and enjoying what she did not yet know would be an incredible life which to this day I hope becomes more and more enjoyable. I though of my dad, of all the times I could have followed him around in these old buildings listening to the expansive knowledge he seems to carry about with him everywhere. I even thought of my little brother, and how even though shots have been exchanged we managed to get a smile out of each other here and there walking around these places in awe, although we would never show it because that wasn't the cool thing to do right? All in all I seemed to have experienced something that in my mind will always have a resting place, and for that I will always be grateful. Spain was just around the corner....
To be continued...
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