It was a walk on the 18th May to Piccadilly Circus, a difficult time in a difficult year. Now I look back, it was an easier time in an increasingly more difficult year. The quiet walk absent of footsteps other than my own, very few cars and birdsong heard above anything else.
Then, the sound of music slowly getting louder, a busker playing without an audience to hear it.
She played between the boarded up doors of the businesses behind her, all around her in fact. The only life coming from the huge advertisement boards Piccadilly Circus is known for, advertising to an empty square. For the rare photo opportunity I put some money in her collection case, probably a quid or two, whatever spare change I had on me. Being a professional she hardly acknowledged it as I did, as if I was the hundredth person to do it that day.
Come to think of it, I probably should have counted the coins in there. I wonder how much interaction she had seen that afternoon.
The only interaction I had seen was this deliveryman standing beside her. Giving her encouragement or asking for her number? Waiting for his next collection or waiting for a song request? I am not sure, but she hardly gave him a look. Whatever it was the attendance doubled in that moment.
A couple days later I was taking photos close to Westminster, when the streets were a little quieter and before the barbaric murder of George Floyd. It’s crazy how bad we think 2020 is, until we give it another month. Now, protests have marched through these streets and the statues that I saw couldn’t be more fitting.
Nelson Mandela, and Millicent Fawcett, individuals pursuing the goal of equality and freedom, immortalized as statues not far from the Houses of Parliament. Other statues have been vandalized or even taken down due to connections with slavery.
After all these years we still need to fight for such freedoms. Even if we are slowly chiseling away at the rock of inequality there is still a long way to go. And every day there is evidence of this around the world. The buildings are nice but it isn’t just buildings that need to be worked on over time, human rights need to move along with it.
It makes me wonder how far into the future we will have to look to find a humanity confident that it is being treated fairly across the board. Will we have to wait for the inevitable merge of ethnicities in the coming centuries? Or will it be before then? What we do know is that it isn’t now, clearly what we have isn’t working.
What we need more than ever is conversation. It isn’t necessarily the difference of opinion that is causing problems, but our way of managing it. Our inability to sit and talk about topics we have different stances on, and our lack of ability to want to change our opinions also. From the left to the right, the problem seems consistent across the board. We won’t get anywhere without conversation, and this has to be promoted on social media, in the workplace, in our governments.
I just hope that this conversation begins before we get too disconnected with each other.
‘We have never been so connected, whilst being so disconnected’
Due to the Coronavirus outbreak I am somewhat limited as to what I can do in London, but I aim to post as much as I can during this time. I promise to have some great posts coming your way once this is all over as I continue to explore London.
Some of you will know this building as the Royal Exchange. The area above Bank Underground and the home of the Bank of England.
Others will know this area as the one Stormzy recently filmed a music video in, being surrounded by dancers wearing Boris wigs. The moment happens at 30 seconds, although it is fun to watch him rap on a closed Westminster Bridge in front of a half restored Big Ben.
This was before the lockdown, he is just rich and powerful enough to get Westminster Bridge closed I guess.
Picture: Stormzy/YouTube
It’s interesting to see the setting of a music video. I know this area is much, much more than that but the song has probably introduced it to a lot of people. After all it has been seen over 88 million times. And here it is when it isn’t closed for rap.
I got the same beautiful weather though!
Not sure if rap is your cup of tea, but I had to share once I remembered where I had seen it recently. I do like that Stormzy is happy to show off certain parts of London though to the masses, and that British rap has come a long way.
Vossi Bop is a dance for anyone wondering. A good way to get that daily exercise in during isolation!
I received an unexpected reminder when I opened Facebook today. With it being harder and harder to keep track of the days I didn’t realise it was the 11th, which would be my dad’s 67th birthday. I don’t really use FB anymore, it’s mainly to keep in touch with my family and right now in isolation I need it more than ever. The ‘memories’ feature on the site showed me a picture of my dad I uploaded on this day in 2014, a year after he died.
I find it strange how grieving works. For me at least. Even though I saw the photo I felt okay, not too emotional. Mainly happy. Happy because I got to see my dad when I least expected it, and he was smiling in a great mood. The image was a very old one, taken way before I was born. He had long hair and a beard, he was a rocker after all.
I also find it strange how dreams work. I still have dreams about my father, the hardest were shortly afterwards when I would have a dream he was still with us. I remember the worst part of my day shortly after his passing was on an evening just before sleep. I didn’t want that momentary pause- even if it was for milliseconds- when I would wake up and suddenly remember he wasn’t with us and that emotion hit me hard again. But I just woke up with the immediate knowledge. I didn’t even have that pause before realisation.
I did in fact have a dream about him only a few days back. It wasn’t one that I have told even my mum about as although strange, was uneventful. But I wanted to share it here as dreams slowly fade from memory, and I have shared a couple of strange dreams in the past on my blog. I find them such a fascinating part of our existence.
I was walking with family up the road towards our home late at night. I am not sure how late, but after sunset. It was pitch black. Our family home is in a little village on top of a hill surrounded by rolling hills in the north of England. We were walking up the hill on the main road heading to the village, roughly a ten minute walk. Why we were at the bottom of the hill is a mystery, dreams are weird like that. But something caused us to pause and we stayed where we were for a moment, gazing at something but I can no longer remember what. I noticed as we started to climb the hill again that my dad never stopped, in fact he got to the top of the hill already. I ran to chase him, got to the beginning of the village and kept shouting ‘Dad! Dad!’ and despite getting closer he never turned around. Now as it has been a while I can no longer remember if he did turn around just before I woke up, or if that was how the dream ended. What is strange about the dream is that this wasn’t a reflection of how my dad usually behaved, in fact the complete opposite. He was always there for me 24/7. Literally 24/7. He would constantly say that no matter where I was and what time it was, if I ever needed him he would be there. And he always was without fail. Maybe the dream was my brain interpreting the fact that he can no longer be there for me, I am not sure. I love to think that our dreams are the artwork formed as a result of our conscious actions and feelings, this would mean we could decode the meanings, no matter how bizarre they seem upon reflection.
I got a little choked up speaking to my mum today, as she was getting emotional during a call we had earlier. But even then it wasn’t difficult to speak. There have been times when I have been overcome with emotion, often when I least expect it. I can have countless conversations about my dad and feel okay, then one day I’ll be walking through a supermarket or in a bar and a Jimi Hendrix song comes on and I have to sit down for a moment. The emotion can lay dormant for a long time and suddenly it hits me and takes me by surprise.
I once heard that when a close family member dies, our brains don’t process it fully to keep us from going insane. It scars quickly over the wound and helps us to get back on our feet quicker. I don’t know how true this is, it could be bull for all I know but I would say that has been my experience.
I didn’t cry much at the time, and to be honest haven’t cried too much since. Apart from the times that it has snuck up on me and I have shed a tear in the strangest of places. Alcohol does this too, and in a way I like it because it helps me to let it out. Letting it out is a good thing, I listen to a song we both loved and it just happens sometimes. There are a few songs that get to me, one being this one by Alter Bridge. It was a song that I found very emotional before I even lost anyone, the song was written by the lead guitarist after losing his mother. The comment section is now filled with fans paying their respects as well as grieving themselves. It seems like it is a go-to song for people that want to close their eyes, listen and think of happy memories with loved ones.
I can only listen to this one sometimes as it is a tearjerker for sure.
I often go between two phases. My dad and I shared a great relationship, our house consisted of my mum, dad and my sister. That never changed until us kids moved out around university and found our own place. I had a very solid foundation to build my life upon and I will be forever grateful for that.
Despite living in a peaceful household I still have regrets that I didn’t do enough in return for my dad. Not even the big things as I was in my early twenties when he passed, I can forgive myself for not having my whole life together at that point. More the little things like making him more cups of tea or helping in the garden or whatever he was working on. The shopping and more chores. Another part of me thinks that if this is my biggest regret then I have been lucky. I spend an equal amount of time being grateful and content. We all lose loved ones, and our aim should be to have as little regrets as possible in our time with them.
As I was speaking with my mum today we were saying how seven years has gone by so quickly. Instantly Green Day’s Wake me up when September Endsstarted playing in my head, the lyrics ‘Seven years has gone so fast’ in particular. Billie Joe Armstrong wrote the song about losing his father, seven years ago at the time.
And it is true, seven years has gone so fast. I didn’t plan an emotional post today as I am still uploading some London shots from a few months back, but it would be weird not to share a post about my dad on his birthday. I miss him dearly, and grateful that he was a brilliant dad from day one. I appreciate this more and more with every year.
Happy Birthday Dad.
This is for anyone else that has lost someone very close to them too. In isolation we are probably in our heads a lot more than usual, a time of deep thought especially as we cannot see our families that are still around.
Okay, so the main reason I visited Berlin was because the band Muse were playing in the city on the European leg of their Simulation Theory Tour. And because I have never visited Germany prior to this I thought I would tick two things off the list at once. See Berlin, and see Muse perform on this current tour.
It was a beautiful evening in Berlin, the rain held off and getting to the Mercedes-Benz Arena was pretty simple. What helped was seeing it on route from the airport, knowing it was in easy reach.
Knowing the hassle of lining for food during live events I opted to grab a beer and a burger outside. Enough to see me through the evening, support act and all. I watched through the restaurants windows as the queue shortened, and waited for the best time to enter. After all I knew the majority of people would be seated, and that getting to the front isn’t all that difficult with enough dedication.
Getting in before the support act started meant that only those that truly want to be at the front would be there already. However I am sure many had the same idea as me and would kind of just analyse the situation before making a fairly late surge to the front, after all by staying at the very front from the moment you enter the arena you sacrifice two things. One, precious beer time. There were guys walking around with beer backpacks however they would struggle to reach anyone too far down. And secondly, toilet breaks. From my experience at the front, if you ever wonder why people near the barriers seemingly want to throw a whole pint of beer away unnecessarily as it sprays onto those in the projectiles path, it probably isn’t beer. It’s just easier if you pretend it is.
My dilemma was that I wanted beers, it helps me relax when surrounded by thousands of sweaty people and zero personal space. So I kept an eye on how crowded it was getting at the front, and how hard it would be to get there later on. I bought a Muse cup from those ghostbuster-looking beer guys, knowing that I probably wouldn’t have been able to keep hold of it all night.
And as the support act came on, Des Rocs, I contemplated when would be the best time for a toilet break. I overheard that Muse were coming on around 8.45pm, and as the crowd wasn’t too packed to squeeze through I decided to predict when the support would be finishing up and made a break for it.
Losing a lot of ground… and hoping to make it up again
I got back when it started to totally fill. And I was in good position. Now I want to let you know that since I have been back I have seen Muse TWICE! Once in Berlin and then London. So I decided to get lots of footage of this gig and just enjoy the London one. Also during the London gig Matt announced that they were filming it for a movie next year, even more reason to put the phone away.
For those that don’t really know this band, their latest album is called Simulation Theory. The band tend to do a rock album, a more experimental one and then back to a more basic rock album. This is the more experimental one, heavily influenced by 80’s music and styles. The artwork and video’s are evidence of this also. The last album tour was for Drones, the heavier style with the band pretty much wearing all black and having an excuse to play some of their heavier songs not played for a while. This tour is a lot more colourful, catchier for the neutral but still managing to get some of their heaviest stuff in there.
Muse dancers on stage with the band
The setlist was as follows:
Algorithm
Pressure
Psycho
Break It to Me (my favourite song on the new album)
Uprising
Propaganda
Plug In Baby
Pray (High Valyrian)
The Dark Side
Supermassive Black Hole
Thought Contagion
Interlude
Hysteria
The 2nd Law: Unsustainable
Dig Down
Madness
Mercy
Time Is Running Out
Houston Jam
Take a Bow
Starlight
Encore:
Algorithm
Stockholm Syndrome / Assassin / Reapers / The Handler / New Born
Knights of Cydonia
It is almost impossible for me to choose a favourite song, I have a few that are contenders. However the main reason for deciding to see this tour was the ‘Metal Medley’ of Stockholm Syndrome / Assassin / Reapers / The Handler / New Born. Instead of playing all of these songs in their entirety, they played a shortened version of each lasting a total of roughly 15 minutes. Stockholm Syndrome and New Born are two of my favourite songs of all time, so having them shortened was at first a little disappointing, however seeing what they have done with it looked incredible in fan footage from earlier stops on the tour.
I cannot wait to introduce you to Murph…
But firstly, a little footage from Psycho.
This song was made made from a riff they have been playing live since 99′. Pretty incredible that it was only a riff until 2015! It was originally dubbed the ‘0305030’ riff as these are the tabs to play it on guitar.
And as I mentioned, Break it to Me is my favourite from the new album. It’s grungy sound mixed with eastern melodies and a cool sounding solo works really well. Not to mention Matt’s amazing vocals.
More dancers, dressed in Hazmat suits
Now below is another new song that I love. It was written by Matt Bellamy for Game of Thrones. It really feels like it was made for the GoT world, a great piece of music. I would highly recommend listening to ‘Pray‘ in it’s entirety.
And in my opinion, one of greatest basslines ever written. Chris is one hell of a bass player!!
Madness, a song that really grew on me. I love the passion in his voice during the song and how his glasses bring up the lyrics as he is singing them.
That voice!!
And below, Mercy seems to be their favourite song for firing confetti cannons into the crowd and creating one of the biggest spectacles of the show. Matt decided to sing on his knees with a German flag over his head.
Take a Bow. I remember listening to this song for the first time in 2006 like it was yesterday. I had my chunky white mp3 player and a newly downloaded Muse song from the album which really did get experimental. I remember hearing this opening song and the rest of the album and thinking ‘this is Muse?!’ but in the best way possible. You would probably have to listen to the whole track to hear how unique it is. No chorus, no verse, but a gradual build up into rock, electronic epicness. ‘Death, you bring death’ as you can hear is aimed towards politicians about a certain war.
And another huge crowd pleaser.
This stage set up was probably one of my favourites of all the times I have seen them live. Lots of action, lots of colour from Matt’s special glasses to his illuminated jacket to the vampires spreading contagious thoughts. Thought Contagion is a song that is influenced by American politics and media right now (he spends a lot of time in the USA with his family as his wife is American and he has a place in LA) seeing how thoughts can be spread like a virus and the problems that can bring.
Can you spot the monster in the darkness?There’s always time for video games..
And now, to the part I had been waiting for. The start of the metal medley that I watched in earlier gigs and thought ‘holy sh*t, I need to see this live’.
The opening riff to Stockholm Syndrome and the slow emergence of Murph the Robot truly gave me goosebumps and was a damn impressive sight.
What a moment! Towering above the band, only matched by their incredible sound. Muse truly know how to put on a show and this is evidence as to why they are considered one of the greatest live bands of all time.
Dom killing it on the drums during Assassin, with Murph truly coming to life.
The detail used in his construction is amazing. From the screws as eyes to the details on his back (seen in footage from those in seats slightly behind him) means a lot of credit has to go to the company that created him for the show.
The solo during New Born, the very first song I heard from them back in 2003. I was at a friends house playing Risk the board game and this came on Kerrang Radio. I am still not bored of it to this day and would love to know the actual number of times I have listened to it since then.
Matt being that teasing older sibling to poor Murph…
Fun fact: Matt Bellamy made it into the Guinness World Records for the most guitars smashed on a single tour. In 2004 he smashed a total of 140.
And there goes another one..
And with that, another gig. My 6th, and I would be surprised if I didn’t make it to at least ten in the next few years. Heck it would be in the hundreds by now if I was financially capable, but seeing how the tours have evolved and how the band has progressed in general has been amazing. I am luckier than some to see the amount of live gigs that I have, and they are always a magical experience, whoever you go to see.
I hope you enjoyed the post from the Mercedes-Benz Arena. Did you have a favourite shot or even song that you like by them? Let me know as I am always delighted to meet fellow Musers!
But even in general, it is just nice to be able to share what and who I love with you all, and learning about what you love in return. We all have inspirations and these guys are mine. Thank you for reading, and I will see you all from London!
So, I have made my first actual plan after my Working Holiday Visa expires in September. I will only be in the UK for a short while before catching a flight to Berlin to see Muse live at the Mercedes-Benz Arena. This will be the 6th time I’ve see them perform and I am just as excited as ever.
I have seen fan footage of the gigs whilst they are in the States and it looks incredible. They always seem to put on an amazing show with new surprises each and every time. For this reason getting a ticket was a no brainer for me. I don’t want to regret not seeing this tour at all.
I have posted before about my obsession with them. You can read about my last Muse gigs here, they span from 2006- 2017, and soon to be 2019. 13 years of Muse gigs!!! Time can be a very scary thing. And I would have went to a hell of a lot more if I could, they are a band I cannot get bored of and I am really grateful for them being such an inspiration in my life.
If any readers from Germany are reading this, hello to you! Any advice as to what to do whilst I am there would be greatly appreciated. I have to limit myself to Berlin though as I am unsure how long I will be there, probably a weekend. I cannot wait though as it is a country and city I have wanted to visit for a long time, hence why I chose this destination on the European tour.
Have you ever been to Berlin? What were your thoughts? I would love to hear from anyone about your experience and just posting about it is getting me hyped up.
I’m ready to rock!!
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After hearing about the sad and premature death of Keith Flint recently, it had me reminiscing hard about the two Prodigy gigs I attended in recent years. They were gigs that I will forever remember for being insane. Not that I expected any less, but actually witnessing them in person is a memory I will have for a long time.
Eight of us went down to the festival in 2015 if I remember correctly. My sister and a bunch of friends that all bought tickets for that summers IOW fest. It is a huge festival in the UK, not quite Glastonbury sized but big enough to be known internationally. 58,000 people went down to see the acts including Billy Idol, The Black Keys, Blur, Pharrell Williams, Fleetwood Mac and Paolo Nutini, amongst many others. And of course, The Prodigy.
Now as with any UK music festival, expect rain. Even in the summer. What I love about the Isle of Wight is that it is one of the most southern points of the UK, meaning it can get some really nice sunshine in the summer months. As you can see in the first picture with my friend, we got on a flight down to Southampton before boarding a ferry to cross the water. This made it feel like a right holiday. That and the blue skies.
That was until the evening of ‘the gig’. We had storms which added to the atmosphere however with tens of thousands of people trampling through wet fields, things got muddy fast. And with the Prodigy gig imminent this was to make for a fun evening.
I didn’t get any footage of the concert as I kept electronics in the tent. I had no waterproof electronics and didn’t want to damage anything. I just have the memory. Very old school, I know.
I remember it kicking off pretty much straight away, I was with Wigz and my sister. But after a few minutes, I wasn’t with anyone. I am not sure if you have been in such a crowd at the front of such a gig, but remaining standing is hard let alone staying with the people you arrived with. What I do love about festivals is that as brutal as the crowd may be, if someone falls they are pulled straight up again. People work together like that and gigs are always friendly experiences. From my experience anyway.
I remember bright lights, I remember the iconic sounds of their songs, and I remember trying to stay alive. Within five minutes, whatever cheap pair of shoes I bought from Topman were as expected, ruined. Cheap shoes or wellies are vital for such an evening. One popped off my foot like a cork from a bottle and was never seen again. Not that I looked, that would be an impossible task. The remainder of the gig, about 99% of it, I spent hopping on one foot. The amount of times my foot was unintentionally stamped on I am surprised I didn’t break. I couldn’t walk for two weeks afterwards.
Every now and then I would catch glimpses of my sister and friend in amongst the crowds. One memory I have was of my sister. She suddenly appeared next to me again with a bloody nose. I didn’t even ask how it happened, it was obvious. Not that she would have heard me anyway. Seeing her face in the strobe lights reminded me of the exorcist or something. After this I did not see her or my friend again, and I was shoeless. I remember looking for them after it finished, considering the fact that they might (hopefully) be at the tent and walked back. I picked up on of the hundreds of shoes that were left abandoned and used it to walk home in. I didn’t put it on, that would be a crazy move. Instead I put my foot on top of it and used it as a kind of ski, sliding on the slippy, muddy path home. I remember two people kissing on a barrier too which fell backwards, as did they. This was met with a big cheer from everyone walking by.
Ah, festivals.
When I did get back, worryingly my sister wasn’t there. But soon afterwards to my relief a group of people- I think mainly girls- saw she was alone and walked with her. Another reason I love festivals, people can be trusted and are willing to help if it is needed. They followed her back to the tent to know we were reunited and we stayed with them the rest of the night for a couple of drinks and music. We had a great evening to follow a crazy but amazing gig.
The hangover wasn’t the best the following day though.
I wonder how many shoes fell off people that day, and where my shoe ended up. Their gigs do that to shoes. I went to another gig more recently but in Newcastle this time, next door to the hotel I worked at. The venue was the o2 Academy and I remember the heat from the gig hitting us as we walked through the front doors, despite having to climb two sets of stairs to actually be in the main room.
What was even more incredible were two fans that were near the front row. I shit you not, two people that got to have been in their late 70’s, maybe even 80’s left the front of the crowd and exited the building close to the end of the set. As we were a little late arriving and how packed the building was, we were forced to the back. I remember a wave of sound from the crowd cheered as they left, and they fought through the crowds holding hands and walked right by us. Much love and respect to them.
And with that, I ask. Have you any crazy memories from any gigs? Or are festivals not your thing? There is little I like more than a good weekend away to see a bunch of bands play in a fields with friends and a beer in hand, even if it means losing a shoe and almost breaking a foot. Let me know any experiences you have had, I am eager to hear them.
RIP Keith Flint.
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I woke up with a text from a colleague asking if I wanted to go and see them live in Brisbane last night. I was an hour late responding so thought the opportunity had slipped however I got a reply that it was mine. Score.
I though the band must have been staying at my hotel, however I don’t think they were. So for that reason I need to actually find out how we got them… this is still a mystery to me.
Chad messed up at one point and it was pretty funny. Chad Kroeger is the lead singer and I remember their album Silver Side Up was one I fell in love with as a kid. You know the one with the hit single How You Remind Me on it. They of course played this and a few other that I knew, and some that I didn’t. I haven’t listened to their newer stuff as much as that album.
What the band seem to do live is drink. I remember this from their gig in Newcastle, UK too, funnily enough another time I received a free ticket through hotel work. At one point last night they even drank from a fans shoe.
Apologies for the vertical filming, I did it for Instagram.
And the problem with this is when you drink, you let some things slip. Earlier in the gig Chad told the crowd that he has accidentally said the wrong city once when saying hello to the crowd, and that it was right here in Brisbane. He said that he couldn’t wait to party in Sydney before realising that he was actually not in Sydney.
‘I can’t wait to party in Sydney!
*Ryan looks over to him with angry eyes*
hoooowever tonight we are in Brisbane!’
Apparently it went something like that. And tonight he made the same mistake hilariously, claiming that ‘Brisbane and Melbourne will be jealous with how many songs and antics are going on tonight’ before again remembering he was in Brisbane and Sydney was almost 1000km away. The crowd laughed and jokingly booed, but it wasn’t a big deal.
It was a good gig, and today my head hurts. Too many beers, but I am fine with this. That’s what a rock gig is all about. Overpriced beer.
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This bridge walk wouldn’t end. Probably the most at risk you can be in Brisbane’s centre and there’s just no shelter from that sun. I’ve walked it before in this heat and it feels like forever.
It’s at least mid thirties here and the humidity is a killer. And I’m about to jump in a taxi to go see Nickelback as our team have been given some tickets very kindly. If anywhere heats up like an oven it’s a rock concert.
Wish me luck…
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Another post I wanted to share was very fitting because it was two years ago tomorrow. I have had a habit recently of finding old posts that were posted on or almost on the same date but years prior, coincidental to say the least. This post has given me inspiration for a post tomorrow which is great and look forward to sharing.
It is fascinating looking back to milestones I achieved in blogging, and I actually remember typing this post up and how happy I was at my achievement. What I have noticed is that I was as happy gaining my 500th follower as I was when I typed my last milestone post thanking 6,000 readers that have decided to join me on my journey. Like I have said, it isn’t the number but the growth that I love to see, and that so many people, whether it is 50, 500 or 6,000, are happy to engage with me and follow my blog. It really is appreciated.
I still can’t believe I managed to get The Proclaimers in there though…
From February 7th, 2017…
Drinks are on me.
So August was already off to a great start and then I noticed that I hit 500 followers this morning. Thank you to each and every one of you that has shown support and continue to do so daily. You know who you are!
If every one of you beautiful bloggers were to stand a mile apart, I would have a pretty long walk ahead of me to meet every one of you…. although oddly there is a high chance that you would then be much closer to me than you currently are, which is pretty cool to think.
And whilst I am on the topic of 500 miles, I have found this picture of Europe courtesy of moth dad on Twitter, showing where the The Proclaimers* would end up if they did indeed walk 500 miles, and then 500 more.
Are you in the dangerzone?!
*For anyone born after 2000 (especially outside of the UK), The Proclaimers were a band with a hit song about walking a thousand miles for the one they loved, we just don’t know the planned route. If you enter a British pub that is playing karaoke and this isn’t played, there is probably a glitch in the matrix.
Originally posted 08/02/2017
Re-posted 07/02/2019
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