Saturday 1st June I woke up early. 7.32am....well early for me. I packed my last things up and made my way via a lift from my mother to Bournemouth station. It was time to head to London for the first time since September last year for the same reason as September last year....to see The National. After a year of university that has flattered to deceive it felt necessary to enjoy something at the end of it. Ironically on the same day as the SUBU summer ball where many of my course mates had gone with Their friends to send off the first year of university. It in a different manor I had chosen to do the same by heading to Victoria Park, Hackney, to do the same. I arrived at London Waterloo at around 10.50 and headed for Canary Wharf, there I met my contact for the next 22 hours C. Downs. We travelled via DLR and tube to Hoxton for lunch. Mestmission was the place and we both ordered “Towerblock” Burgers. They were nice. Soon we found ourselves in a Wetherspoons (As if by pure destiny) t