I've recently had my first London booking and I'm so excited to be writing and performing a wedding in not only one of my favourite cities, but also my old stomping ground north of the river.
To warm your cockles I thought I'd share this lovely London poem by Wendy Cope, about falling in love in the capital. It reminds me of some happy (exciting ;-) times spent in the big smoke and would be a perfect reading for any couple having a London wedding.
Enjoy!
Christabel x
After the Lunch by Wendy Cope
On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly
glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.
On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you're high on the
charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is
playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?
On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.
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| Photography by Hak Lohn via ohjoy.blogs.com |
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