The 1975 – London, O2 Arena

I have only ever seen The 1975 once, and that was back at Reading Festival this past summer. At that time I was a bit distracted by the fact that I miss my 1D family so I didn’t get to enjoy the concert to the fullest. Last night however, was a completely different ball game.

As we got to the venue early myself and my friends headed over to buy some merchandise and then get food at Five Guys, which was just the perfect start to the evening. When we were all there we headed for our seats. Sadly our seats were not all together as two of us were sat down on 108 and the other four were up on 407, but we still managed to have a wonderful night.

The evening started with Japanese House playing some songs, of which I knew one and sang along proudly. Their drummer is just completely mind-blowing and amazing. The vocals were on another level as well. They were without a doubt the perfect opener for The 1975. Their half an hour set seemed maybe one or two songs a bit too short as we then had the standard half an hour changeover to wait.

At five minutes to nine the famous 1975-buzz-noise started and you could feel the energy and excitement in the crowd. I will say, that even though this noise is a very clever move on their part as it does get the crowd excited it is a bit too long, five minutes would be enough, no need for ten. Then the end of the buzz-noise came and along with it the band stepped on stage.

The set list was perfectly planned starting with The 1975, Love Me, UGH!, and one of my personal favourites Heart Out. M.O.N.E.Y. got the crowd excited and dancing, and Milk left everyone impressed.

Before playing Loving Someone Matt Healy (lead singer) talked about Trump, Brexit and other shit things that have happened politically in the world this year but how we should’t just get angry, how we should all come together as one and be compassionate and take care of one another.
They then quickly lifted the spirits by playing She’s American and I could see my two american friends with my American flag up on 407 jumping around living for and in the moment, which made my heart all warm and fuzzy.

Somebody Else didn’t come far after She’s American and it made me sing along so loud I thought I was going to loose my voice. When they finished that song Matt asked everyone to put their phones away for just the one song and for us all to be right there in the moment, so everyone obliged and listened as they played fallingforyou and I couldn’t help but hold my loved ones hand and really feel the love in the room. Keeping us in that warm and fuzzy place they then went on to perform a song written in and about London that they ironically called Paris. Finishing with Sex before they stepped off stage.

I will never understand why people leave before the encore. Yes, getting out of the venue and on the tube with a whole arena worth of people isn’t ideal but you’re missing a solid five songs, and normally they save the best songs for the encore.. Anyway, back to the concert.

The 1975 performed four songs on their encore, starting with Medicine which I have been informed isn’t on any of the albums. The crowd turned in to a sea of lights and love as Matt cried and mouthed the words “Thank you so much, I love you” at the end of the song. I can honestly say that hit every fangirl right in the feelies, myself included. They then played If I Believe You, Chocolate, and my all time favourite The Sound. You can bet your sweat ass I was jumping around having the time of my life by the end of the concert.

Something else I have to point out about this band particularly is how ridiculously aesthetically pleasing their concert is. The graphics, the lights, the camera work, the screens. It’s something that I can’t even put in to words and that video does no justice at all, its something you have to see in real life, at one of their concerts. Incredible.

Thank you to The 1975 for a wonderful night. Until next time.

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Countryside Weekend

Sometimes it’s just nice to get away from the rush of the big cities we all seem to live in now and go to the countryside. Since I first came over here two years ago the English countryside has taken my breath away time and time again. This time I had the pleasure of visiting Worcestershire.

For those of you who don’t know where Worcestershire is I wish I could point it out on a map just by heart, but since I have no clue where it is more than it takes about 2h on the train from Paddington I have googled it. Wikipedia had this to say about the location of Worcester: the county town of Worcestershire in the West Midlands of England. The city is located some 27 km south-west of the southern suburbs of Birmingham, and 37 km north of Gloucester. Now that that’s established, let’s move on to what a lovely time I had there.

We arrived on Friday afternoon which only gave us a chance to take a short walk through the town of Evesham, a lovely town with lots of old buildings and alleyways, and the village of Offenham, a beautiful village with adorable cottages and small town church, before heading home to spend the evening curled up on the sofa, in a house with central heating surrounded by nothing but countryside and silence.

I was woken up at around 9.30am by tickles and the promise of a delicious breakfast. So I got out of bed and we went to catch the train to Worcester. When we got there I did indeed have one of the best paninis I’d ever had accompanied by a delicious hot chocolate before we went exploring Worcester. It has so many old black and white houses, and there’s so much history in the old side of the city that it completely fascinated me. We did go in to one of said old black and white houses and had a walkabout on the very irregular, original, wooden floors and as we did this we kept falling more and more in love with the idea of one day having an old black and white cottage somewhere in the countryside. We also visited the cathedral, which seems like something you have to do when in Worcester as there was quite a high number of tourists there for the size of the city we were in. The cathedral itself was mindblowingly massive, impressive and beautiful. As we made our way back home on the bus some more black and white and old stone houses got pointed out and I can just not help but feel like that’s exactly what I want in a hopefully not to far future.

Sunday was sadly our last day in Worcestershire. We got up bright and early, or rather I got woken up again by tickles and cuddles bright and early, because we were going out for a walk around the fields and woods. The morning was frosty and the sun was shining as we made our way out of the house around 9am. Our walk lasted for about an hour and I got shown some of the best hiding and exploring places for a young welsh boy when visiting his grandmother. When we made our way back home packing and loading the car was the only thing on our schedule before heading out for lunch at the most magical little pub in the Midlands. This lovely place is called The Fleece Inn and is in the charming village of Bretforton. After a lovely pie-lunch and a good game of cards we got a ride to the train station, said our goodbyes and headed back to reality, back to London.

I feel so lucky that I got to go out of London and even Brighton for a weekend, just to get away and breathe some actual fresh air and sleep somewhere where there is absolutely no noise at night. So to the person that invited me to come and to the person who showed us such hospitality, thank you both for a lovely weekend.