Well the girls and S had a good old time at the Take That concert. As a first experience I think he really enjoyed it – a bit late for him by the end but such a thrill. By all accounts he was singing along to all the recent big hits. C and I headed up to the original Greenwich village for a bite to eat whilst the concert was on. We had a super meal at the Gourmet Burger Kitchen. Don’t know if you’ve tried these guys – they have a few outlets around but sensational burgers, nice venues, great service and really reasonably priced.
Anyway the concert was over around 10.30pm. We parked up as near as possible to the main entrance and I went to meet them there. S was pretty full of it and hungry! E bought him something from one of the outside concessions and I went with her, S and S to find her car. She wasn’t totally sure of the location but we found it soon enough and by shortly after 11 pm we were heading back to Buckingham with B whilst the guys were heading into Richmond to drop Sl off then on to Brighton.
We’d gone in along the Old Kent Rd through New Cross etc using the route I use when I go and see Milwall with my good friend John. It was really busy going in so I’d decided that on the way home I’d take the Blackwall tunnel north across the river, through the City and then head north up the M1. I’m not kidding it was so busy getting through the east end and the City. It was close to midnight before we were getting through the Angel and it was packed with traffic all the way up Holloway Rd, Highgate and onwards towards the M1. As bad as rush hour.
Eventually we got on the M1 but without any advance warning the 5 lane section approaching Hemel was reduced to a single lane. So at 1pm in the morning we’re sat on the motorway in a humongous jam, not moving. I think it must have been bridge rebuilding because at the HH junction all northbound traffic was then taken off the motorway to the roundabout at the old BP headquarters only to be re-routed back to the N-bound motorway again. It was bloody chaos.
We’d had enough so we continued into Hemel and picked up the A41 on the other side of town and headed off to Aylesbury and home that way. We got back at 2.15am. We literally just parked up and locked the car when E texted to say she’d just got back to Brighton at precisely the same time. Spooky but it had obviously been just as bad getting through south London.
Is it just me or is our traffic system beyond hope in the SE if it takes 3.5 hours to drive 70 miles at that time of night? Just a nightmare. Maybe it’s just that I’ve got out of the habit of the commute journey but does anybody else out there have views about our hopelessly congested capital?