Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzin’ from it all. So, I wake up in my flat on Blackwall Way, right? The sun’s blarin’ through the window, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I grab my guitar, a sweet old Fender, and head out. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar, strummin’ a few chords as I walk down the street. Blackwall’s got this vibe, ya know? The Thames is right there, glimmerin’ like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m cruisin’ past the Blackwall Tunnel, and I swear, the traffic’s a nightmare. Cars everywhere, honkin’ like they’re in a race or somethin’. Chill, people! It’s not like you’re gonna get anywhere faster!
So, I’m on my way to this open mic night at The Pilot. It’s a cozy little pub on the river, and I’m pumped to play. I get there, and the place is packed. I mean, packed! Like sardines in a tin. I squeeze my way to the bar, order a pint, and try to calm my nerves. But then, this dude spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Really, mate? You couldn’t aim better?” I’m soaked, and my guitar’s lookin’ a bit too shiny now.
But whatever, I shake it off. I’m here to play, right? I get up on stage, and the crowd’s buzzin’. I start strummin’ my first song, and it’s like magic. People are noddin’ along, and I’m feelin’ it. Then, outta nowhere, this guy shouts, “Play Wonderwall!” Ugh, classic. I roll my eyes but laugh it off. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sing-along, right?
After my set, I’m feelin’ like a million bucks. I step outside for some fresh air, and bam! I bump into this old mate from school, Jamie. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start catchin’ up, and he tells me he’s livin’ on East India Dock Road now. I’m like, “Dude, that’s a trek!” But he’s lovin’ it, sayin’ the views are sick. I can’t argue with that.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, proper rain. I’m talkin’ buckets. We dash for cover under this awning on Blackwall Lane, laughin’ like idiots. I’m soaked again, but it’s all good. We’re reminiscing about old times, and I’m feelin’ all nostalgic.
But then, I get a text. My guitar’s been left at the pub! Panic mode activated! I sprint back, dodgin’ puddles like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. I get there, and thank the music gods, my guitar’s chillin’ behind the bar. I grab it, and the bartender’s laughin’ at me. “You’re a bit of a mess, aren’t ya?” I just grin and say, “Yeah, but I’m a happy mess!”
Finally, I head home, and I’m thinkin’ about the day. Blackwall’s wild, man. It’s got this energy that just pulls you in. The streets, the people, the river—it’s all a part of me now. I plop down on my couch, guitar in hand, and strum a few chords. I’m exhausted but happy.
What a day, right? Blackwall, you’ve done it again. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!