First train journey by myself and I thoroughly enjoyed the little taste of independence. Eerie scenes flashed by my window as the train sped across the landscape and I felt rather transfixed by the ghostly limbs of trees that passed me by. They stood, shrouded in mist, guarding the glassy expanses of water.
When the train arrived at Euston station I was greeted by dad and we made a quick get away to Canary Wharf for a bite to eat. The Christmas feel was stark, with trees wrapped in lights winking away in the mist. Even inside couldn't escape the Christmas Touch, nearly every shop window was adorned with red-breasted robins
After our Nandos we headed to the Millennium Dome to see The National. The venue was huge but we managed to weave our way relatively close to the front. It was going to be a long wait for the national. First up was The Wild Beasts, who had quite the distinctive sound and a good groove. But they were nothing in comparison to the national.
After The Wild Beasts had finished the large screen projected a live video of The National behind the scenes and the crowd became electric. The moment they came on stage and the lights blared I could barely breathe and ended up, trying in vain, to discreetly wipe the tears from my cheeks.
They were everything and more than I could have ever expected and the crowd sang every word. The array of emotions and atmospheres they created were diverse. Ranging from pure bliss and sorrow with songs like Ada and I need my girl. To infectious anger and energy with Mr November. A touching ending consisted of an acoustic version of the beautiful Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks; ever so moving.
Yet another sweet moment was during the crowd control. As we were all being herded out of the arena, some brave spark piped up and began singing Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks and quite surprisingly, the whole crowd sang with him. It was a beautiful bonding moment for The National fans and in glee we all applauded each other after we had finished singing.