A short poem about our weekend trip to London to see Kasabian at Wembley Arena.
Flowing beer and flowing crowds,
plastic missiles, very loud,
Not expecting the scene on view,
loony crowds who had had a few.
The music great in its violent way,
Singing crowds and constant sway,
rivers of beer thrown into crowd,
we took a hit, well wet, not wowed.
The scene lively, jostle and bright,
we thought “oh what an unexpected night,”
Eyes like radars scanning around,
cross looks, wet hair, and feeling drowned.
Sticky floors and sticky shoe,
many heads and hailing dew,
The lights went up and we took our leave,
The streets yet another heave.
People falling where they stood,
We hurried past where we could,
Back to quiet and safety in room,
We go back to Norfolk in rain and gloom.
What an adventure we say,
Though we’ll not repeat that particular day,
My thoughts on the some of the crowd’s behaviour at this event and it’s impact on how we felt.
Though I have to say that my daughter and the two girls with us thought the band was amazing and the whole experience an amazing time.