Someone should keep me away from my phone after I’ve had a few!
So, the match. We watched in Cargo, with the gig venue turned into a massive screen. There was a brass band playing too, and it was a real spectacle. I think some Guy Debord written about spectacle, but my head hurts and I don’t want to read that just now.
We then marched with the band around Hoxton Square, but the Hoxditch denizens were non-plussed by our dancing. We marched the band on to Home, where the company were watching the match, and received a heroes welcome. Well, a few people came out and danced. A little. I was impressed by the reception from the Bricklayers Arms, and even Cantaloupe provided a few revellers for our travelling celebration. We managed to stop the traffic on Great Eastern Street for a little while too – ace.
Then – beer, and some debate, and finally, a kebab as I walked down Commercial Street to the night bus stop. It took ages to arrive, the air, balmy, my headphones up loud. What was I listening to? I can’t remember. When I got home I thought a pint of Coke was a good idea. Dehydration? What’s that?