Slidin'

It has been brought to my attention (by Lorraine no less) that I've been neglecting my dear readers in not telling you all my exciting times in Londinium (I mistakenly called it Londonium in a previous post). As a result I have decided to rectify this with a rip roaring yarn about how I went sliding down the slides at the Tate Modern. This will of course include pictures of me and Mitch and even a VIDEO! Yes, I videoed myself going down the slide and you'll get to hear me giggling like a wee lassie as I go down. Stop sniggering in the back there.

So, we went wondering along to the Tate Modern, perhaps for the second time, to go on the slides. Just outside it has a great trees and light combo:


The Tate Modern looks like this at night:


It's terribly dramatic looking- it used to be a power station you know.

So after we queued up and got out tickets we were ready to go! So we wandered around the buillding for a wee while as I took photos of the glorious 10 second ride facilitator that awaited us.

Look at it! A wonder of technology!


It looked so good I had to go upstairs and get another picture:


So, once we had our tickets and got in the queue, we were almost set to go! It is so arty in the Tate that even the shadows of the slide looked good enough to photograph:


The slide itself is one of a number located on different floors, so naturally we went for the top floor slide the daredevils that we are! Look at how high it is!


Dead high. So, being the man in the relationship, I persuaded Mitch to go first so I could get a photo of her before she went. Nothing to do with me being scared either, honest.



Mitch claims that she was too tall for the tattie sacks we were given to go sliding in, contributing in no small way to her "thump thump thump" noises all the way down, resulting in the bored attendant looking at me and saying: "that's a slow one". I don't think she was talking about Mitch's mental faculties though, but one can't be sure (only kidding!).

I had to smuggle my camera inside my sleeve to get the following footage- they are very keen you don't take anything on your person when sliding these days. See the dangerous situations I put myself in for the avid readers of this blog?

click to watch Niall laugh like a wee lassie!

And of course, when you get to the bottom it's all over, bar the shouting. But you do get to land on the big comfy pillow things at the bottom.


Well, you did. Apparently they've now taken the slides away. Shan't be going back if that's the case- I'll be headed to the Tate Britain where apparently my Flickr show has been on display...

Londonium.

I've been told on several occasions recently that I've not posted enough pictures or said enough about London and how I am getting on down here, so consider this post as my way of making it up to you all. Mitch and I took a walk on Valentine's evening after a lovely wee meal in Strada by St Paul's (which will feature heavily in the following pictures since it is my favourite building in London). We walked round St Paul's,


across the millenium bridge,


on to the millenium walk along the South Bank,


where I tested the zoom function on my camera...


before we then kept on walking until we passed Blackfriars Bridge,


until we saw the Houses of Parliament!


with that lovely purple lighting at the bottom- where could that come from we wondered? Although not really, since it was patently obvious that it was related to this:


The London Eye! Aye, it's big right enough.


And allows for fancy looking pictures to be taken with the minimum of effort, or artistic talent,


before normal service is resumed.

Mitch and I then walked across the bridge leading up to Westminster, took a wander around Parliament Square, along St James' Park where we debated as to whether we were behind Downing St (we were, but it was awfy dark) and then walked along Wateloo Place to Picadilly Circus,


before we wandered along to a wee cafe called Stockpots West End where Mitch wasn't overly keen on getting her picture taken.


We then made out merry way to Charing Cross Station where Mitch got the Tube home and I settled for the train to Beckenham, but not before I took another wee picture of the wheel, this time in a different colour.




There we are, I do have a load more of other pictures (mostly St Paul's I admit) that I'll post in time, but for now that'll have to do. I have work to do!