Tonight we're off to see The National at Brixton Academy, marking the second time I've been to the venue in as many weeks - which is a pretty poor attempt at "never going there again" as I vowed back in October. We don't head straight there, however. There's snow and ice on the ground in Brixton when I turn up at the station to meet K and her colleague Emma and we brace ourselves to walk up the road to a pub Emma knows. It's absolutely freezing tonight - and while London has so far by far escaped the worst of the cold snap it's definitely feeling like winter.
We get to the pub and hover around until we get a table, meeting up with Smithy and a friend of his, chatting quite happily over beer and crisps until it's time to head to the Academy. We get the bus down the road despite it only being a couple of stops (it's really that cold) and gratefully head into the warmth of the venue. The National are just about to come on stage so we take our place at the back of the packed audience to see them arrive looking far more confident than they had back at the Royal Albert Hall on Election Day.
They sound great again tonight, and the whole event is only marred by some idiot aggressively shoving his way through the crowd, almost sending a woman next to me flying. Not one to stand for unnecessary rudeness, I shove the guy in the back (without really thinking) who wheels round for an explanation. I tell him to calm down and to be a bit more considerate, to which he replies "are you fucking mad?", and walks off. Charming man.
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