Let's Clean It Up

London, England

UK

07.07.07
Live Earth, accross 5 continents. My location: London. After my initial disappointment of missing out on Live Earth tix for London, in the late round I was allocated tickets. So, having changed my NY-London flight to the 6th (it was supposed to be two weeks earlier, but I loved the States so I wanted more time there), I arrived in the country less than 24 hours before the concert.

It was 8pm on the 6th when I arrived at Heathrow, expecting the worst from immigration. I'd heard horror stories of suspicious-looking characters such as myself being detained and questioned for up to half an hour before (sometimes) being let into the country. Expecting the worst, I presented my passport:

"What's the purpose of your visit?"
"Travel."
"When are you leaving?"
"September."
"In you go then."

It's times like those when I regret not buying a "THAT WAS EASY" button from Staples while I was in the US.

So, off to bed (thanks Oli and Kaisa) and up again next day for Live Earth. Our seats were good, but I wanted more. I wanted to be down amongst it in general admission. So I hatched a cunning plan to deceive the field marshalls, involving costume changes, hiding in tunnels and general double-crossing. I executed my plan down to a tee, twice.

Later in the day, Oli just strolled in, without any such shennanigans. I maintain that it was worthwhile.

So, on the field, and we're soaking up a bit of Bloc Party, some Chilli Peppers, some Damien Rice, all of the Pussycat Dolls, and of course Madonna. Standing beside us (us, by now, refers to our expanded party of four, with the addition of Nads and Eleni) are a lovely Mexican couple. Now, I'm all for sharing the love, and by all means go for a bit of the old PDA. They did. Good on them. But things started to get a bit hot and heavy, and, I'll be honest, to the point of being uncomfortable for the unsuspecting bystander. But I kept quiet.

Nads did not. She'd noticed that there was a little bit more than heavy petting going on, and it was time to step in. Which she did. When MexicanMan approached to 'calm' her. Ew.

It's time to go: Mexicans. They didn't.

The rest of the concert was good fun all the same. The whole thing was a little disjointed - although a definite highlight was a video which consisted mostly of a shopkeeper and an elderly woman slapping one another.

Excuse me now while I save the planet.