A few months ago, I decided that I would like to go up to London and visit Saint Pauls Cathedral, in the heart of the City of London. Then to wander down to the River Thames, via the steps that the Cybermen marched down in the 1967 Doctor Who story The Invasion and then cross the Millennium Bridge. It is always better to travel in company than alone, and a number of my friends in the Cardiff SF group TIMELESS said it sounded like an interesting trip. So I had a bit of brainwave. I announced on Bablefish, the TIMELESS: Mailing List, that I would be heading up to London on 16th May, and issued an open invitation to those interested in joining me. This was going to be a semi-formal TIMELESS event, with everyone who would be joining me on the trip making their own travel arrangements then meeting up at one of two possible rendezvous, the first at Cardiff Central Station at 9am, for the 09:24 train to London Paddington and the second at 11.45am at the Statue of the Paddington Bear, ten minutes after the train arrived in London.
It was a pretty miserable start to the day up in Treherbert with low cloud and light rain. Fortunately the rain halted for long enough for me to get the first train of the day at 0747. As I am not a morning person, I had a bit of a snooze on the train down, and when I woke up after the train had left Cathays station, my friend Tim had joined the train and was sitting opposite me. We were slightly thrown by the timetable poster on the platform, it said that the train would be arriving in London at 1232, a full hour later than planned. This struck me as odd, as the train take just under an hour to get to Bristol Parkway Station and from there it is only just over an hour to London Paddington Station. However, once aboard the train, it was soon apparent that it would be arriving in London at 1136, and we would not have to alter our plans significantly.
One of the drawbacks of independent travel arrangements is that myself and Tim were in different carriages in the Standard accommodation on the train. I was also in the Luddite monstrosity, the Quiet Carriage. As I was feeling a bit decadent, I found where Tim was sitting and suggested that we headed to the back of the train where the First Class was located that morning, and upgrade with a Weekend First supplement. Plush carpet, and comfortable reclining leather seat, is this how the other half live? No, only how they travel. Although by booking my tickets so far in advance (two singles tickets for there and back) , even after paying this suppliment, my fare was still less a Standard Return Ticket. This is a crazy way to run a rail network.

Please Look After This Bear
London Paddington has changed a lot since I last passed through it. The concourse is considerably fuller than I remembered, with more shops and restaurants. I am not exactly sure if busier does mean better.
Shortly after I arrived at Paddington, I noticed a woman at the counter of a café dressed so immaculately in the style of the 1950’s, I was expecting her to pull a ten bob note out of her purse to pay for the chocolate bar she was buying. Hair, make-up, dress and accessories, all perfect.
Tim and I met up first of all with Andy Grant who had travelled up to London by coach and then by Sharon and Jonathan “Jonjo” Lewis-Jones who had come down from Cambridge for the day. Ian Golden and his fiancée Sian were already up in London, as they had been to see the latest production of Oliver the previous evening, and we were meeting them at Notting Hill Gate. This should have been a two stop trip on the District Line, however as the Circle Line was closed for engineering work, we all assumed the District Line was too, so we went the long way around, the Bakerloo Line to Oxford Circus and then the Central Line to Notting Hill Gate. Which is why once I got out of the tube station in Notting Hill and could receive a signal, I was bombarded by a string of plaintive texts from Ian asking where the hell we all were. D’Oh!
Then another tube journey, back to Oxford Circus, as we all decided that before we went any further, we would have lunch in the delightfully gothic Ben Crouches Tavern, just of Oxford Street, for lunch. This is a theme pub, the sort of establishment that I would normally avoid. However, the theme fits so well with the architecture and layout of the pub, it definitely adds to the ambience.
This year sees the tenth anniversary of Sharon and Jonjo moving to live in Cambridge. I found this fact hard to believe until Sharon described a what in Wales would be seen as no more than a minor shower as “bucketing down” and Jonjo agreeing with her. This was a cue for some light hearted banter about them having lived in the East of this island for far to long.

The Cathedral Church of Saint Paul
And so off to St. Pauls Cathedral. Seat of the Bishop of London, the Cathedral Church of Saint Paul stands on the highest point in the City of London. The Seventeenth Century baroque masterpiece was designed by Sir Christopher Wren and replaced the medieval cathedral destroyed by the Great Fire of London. Inside the great dome, Wren built a Whispering Gallery, where because of the way the soundwaves bounce of the internal parabola of the dome, it is possible to hear what someone is saying in a whisper on the other side of the dome. The plan had been to go up to the Whispering Gallery, unfortunately the Diocese of London has seen fit to introduce an entry fee to the cathedral. I strongly objected to paying £11 to enter a church, no matter how grand it may be. Quite apart from the fact it is a place of worship, and should be free for all to enter anyway, the Church of England earned £160 million last year from all the property and share portfolio it owns that the Church Commission manages for it. More than enough to keep the Cathedral open to all at al times and not just during services.
So we all remained outside the cathedral. I wanted a group photograph and suggested that we ask a stranger to take one in my camera. Sharon pointed out that there was a risk that the person asked might run off with my camera. That is why I always ask someone with a better camera than me to take the photo, because a) they already have a camera and would not want to steal mine, b) they are probably a better photographer than I am and c) When they ask me to return the favour I get the chance to use better photographic equipment than I could afford. Although having asked someone to take the photo, I then had to force Jonjo into the frame. It was well worth it in the end though.

Back Row L to R : Tim, Ian, Me, Jonjo | Front Row L to R : Sharon, Sian, Andy

Invasion 1968

Invasion 2009
The famous image of Cybermen marching down to the Thames from the 1968 classic Doctor Who story The Invasion is now impossible to duplicate, because that tha particular flight of steps are not there anymore, as a more user friendly ramp was put in their place in the 1990’s. The nearest I could get was of four of our group standing in a line on the northern end of the Millennium Bridge. So we crossed the Thames from the City of London to the London Borough of Southwark and made our way to the reconstruction of the Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre.
At this point Sian and Ian left to fulfil prior arrangements and the remainder of the group struck out westwards along the Albert Embankment towards the London Eye and County Hall. There was a fascinating exhibition of photographs of Polish Wildlife on the Riverside Walkway entitled Wild Poland. It was here that I cemented my position as TIMELESS: Trivia King, if there was any doubt, by pointing city on the map of Poland on one of the boards and asking Sharon and Tim how they thought they should pronounce the name Łodz? They assumed it was Lods, and I said that the correct Polish way to pronounce it was “Woodge”. In the background I heard someone with a strong Polish accent say “Yes, that is correct.” Well, it made me feel smug.

The Thames is tidal at Westminter, and on the beach infront of the Albert Embankment a group of artists had scuplted some amazing peices of artwork in the sand. I thought their sculptures definitely deserved a donation to their charity. It is a good job that the buckets used for collecting the donations were sitting on large white sheets, as so many coins missed the buckets and would have disappeared into the sand. As I discovered, even standing directly over the bucket and dropping it was no guarentee, as a strong gust of wind might alter the coin’s trajectory.

Possibly one of the weirdest things I have seen in a long time were a pair of performance artists dressed as brightly coloured iguanas on exercise bikes just to the east of County Hall. If anyone put money in their tins, they would pedal like crazy, otherwise they just sat there as still as statues. The green iguana was accompanied by an iguna child, which was a very well put together puppet that peddaled in unison with its parent. Not surprisingly, this pair had generated quite a crowd of onlookers.
Anyway, after a wander around the shops in Gabrielle’s Wharf, a visit to the Taken by Storm Exhibition at the the.gallery@oxo in the basement of the OXO Tower and the books in the second hand book market under the bridge, we arrived at the London Eye and County Hall, which is now home of the Movieum of London, a museum of film and television memorabilia. This was well worth the entrance fee, a gem of a museum and something the comes close to filling the sadly missed Museum of the Moving Image. As well as film memorabilia there were pictures of The Beatles from the Getty Archive on display, and a very good copy of Roy Lichtenstein’s iconic painting Whaam! for sale. If the group had gone into the Tate Modern as well this afternoon, then we would have seen both the original and the copy.

Whaam!
It is becoming a TIMELESS tradition that someone gets separated from the group at a Tube Station. Thirteen years ago (dear God, is it really that long ago) Tim got separated from myself and Jonjo when we went to see The Science of Star Trek exhibition in the Science Museum. This time around Andy seemed to vanish at Embankment Station. Everybody assumed that he would catch us up at Paddington, so we were all amazed to see him waiting for us on the concourse of the Station.
So the day drew to a close. Myself and Andy Grant visited the Yo! Sushi on Paddington Station. Yes I know it is more expensive than any other Yo! Sushi kaiten in London, but it was a few minutes walk from where our train home would be departing from, so we were well prepared to pay the premium for our raw fish and pickled rice. After we had eaten our fill of Japanese fast food, there was time for a pint in the Mad Monk and Bear pub on the Station.
Plans are already forming for another TIMELESS: Away Day in November. Again visiting London, but this time taking in a museum such as the V&A in Kensington, at the beginning of November. This would be just after the Christmas Lights go on in Oxford Street and Regent Street, and before the shops get too full of Christmas Shoppers.
On the whole, it was a brilliant day out.