A few years ago I missed the opportunity to see the legend that is Eric Clapton who was playing at the time on the day of my birthday. Imagine my excitement when I discovered he was playing again on my birthday this year and at the Royal Albert Hall no less, well I may have said the words ‘come hell or high water’ and mother obligingly found tickets and hotels etc even managed to book us a special lunch for the day after bless her. The morning of my birthday started well despite the tardiness of the bus for London but this was no real problem as we were not in any rush to be anywhere in London until later that day. Our hotel was modest (a tad scruffy) but immaculately clean and the breakfast was simple with friendly staff so all in all a bargain considering it was also the start of the RHS Chelsea flower show. Wagamama as usual did not disappoint with the choice of Japanese mixed mushroom and pulled pork with pano Apple steamed buns a new thing for me to try at home in the near future. Some shopping was done batman trousers were bought and a new dress with jacket (birthday treats) and new jpg classic woman (thank you mamma).
Having not been to the Royal Albert Hall before it was quite an experience, the building itself is beautiful and so are the contents. The staircases are grand and as we had Box Seats it was quite an experience, no one in front to skew the picture! It was a dramatic wait for the show to stair, my anticipation building as I hoped it would be everything i’d imagined and more. The Andrew Fairweather Revival were a brilliant warm up, with Andy working the songs and the guitars with his usual skill and charm, I was lifted back to the usual excitement of being at a gig. Then the lights go down and mum and I glance at each other. The gig itself was every bit as amazing as I thought, however I have to say it (and im not the only one) he played the wrong version of Layla (acoustic not electric) some would argue better for me, I would have preferred the electric but you cant have it all. Its also weird realising that he dances like your dad, you kind of expect a man of his rhythm to be able to throw some shapes but interestingly no. The light show was spectacular and his guitar accompaniment was perfect.
The next morning after a simple continental breakfast off to the V&A for some free museum fun, and indeed fun it was. I put 50p in the donation box all the same. Through Asia and India right through to the Islamic Middle East an exhibition which particularly caught my eye, the colours were quite extraordinary and the exhibits were fascinating, we only spent an hour in there partly because mum wasn’t feeling too good and also because we were off to Le Caprice for lunch, again quite excited as i had heard so many good things. We had already been called that morning to confirm our table was still required which of course it was, and sat down a moment or two early within 10 minutes the place was full of business lunchers, not a problem however the food was excellent as was the service. My beautiful and imaginative salads stimulated my palette and were visually stunning although I took photos they do not do them justice, I would also like to recreate the burrata was a revelation in my food career, it was heaven (I have now tracked down premade in Waitrose hoping it will be as good)
After lunch it was back home on the bus to Somerset and back to my flat for dinner and a chilled evening with netflix.