A couple of weeks ago when I told a certain someone we were headed to Shepherd’s Bush for dinner on Friday night, he casually replied ‘oh cool, somewhere you’ve never really been before…’ while humming the theme tune to Only Fools and Horses. To which I not so casually retorted, ‘um excuse me, I’ve been there several times now… remember how I whinged about the platform changes while lugging my shopping bags around?!’. And then as quickly as those words escaped my mouth, I was wishing they really hadn’t because I then had to admit that a certain someone was right. These admissions are not something I take pleasure in.
The handful of times I had been to Shepherd’s Bush involved me emerging from the tube station, walking to the Westfield, walking around the mall (several times), and then back down to the tube again… so fine, I’d admit defeat, I’ve never really been to Shepherd’s Bush. I’ve never seen a concert at the O2, or checked out the wares for sale at Shepherd’s Bush Market, and embarrassingly, didn’t even know the Bush Theatre existed!