Back in October I got tickets for the recording of a TV show (Loose Women) in ITV’s studios on the Southbank and invited my friend, Gracie to accompany me. It was a bit of an adventure, a day out, a moment among the famous and apart from the tube fare, lunch and a tipple absolutely free.
It was quite fun too. We got to see the very good looking, well groomed and suavely dressed Lawson perform Juliet and managed to tolerate a very, very loose Janet Street-Porter cuss and opine.
We, Gracie and I, decided that a day out was a good thing and good things bear repeating. On a monthly basis from here on out.
We will take turns and the only rule: the destination/event/activity must be free.
Gracie took me to a pop art exhibition at the Barbican. I like the Barbican and don’t go there enough. I like the Brutalist architecture, the restaurants and the cultural offerings contained within its concrete walls.
The pop art was not much cop on the ground floor but got rather good upstairs. I can’t show you because photography was verboten.
The level of goodness gave us a head rush. We needed food and beverage to withstand the cultural onslaught.
The only downside to this day. Entry was not free. It was £12.00 a head.
In this dog eat Pedigree Chum world of Boris Johnson’s Mensa elite, South Korean school children putting in thirteen hour days and unpaid internships (don’t get me started) I feel the need to inject a competitive edge into the monthly outings.
And view this as a 1:nil to Mrs Carmichael. Soon to be 2:nil.
Tomorrow it’s my turn again and we head to Regent Street and Liberty, the wackiest department store in the whole god damn wide world.
Yes, of course it’s free. Isn’t that the only rule of the game?
So now, beloved followers I need your help. I want to win. Thinking caps on then, creative minds engaged.
More ideas please. In and around London or indeed further afield.
Fulsome credit will be awarded to all challenges accepted.
Just one more thing. Can we keep this our little secret? Sssssh, lips sealed.