St. Martin-in-the-Fields review
St. Martin-in-the-Fields is famous for helping out the homeless, and whenever you come in here you'll find a few of them kipping in the pews. There are two guys in here at the moment, gently resting their heads against the stone cold columns. The rain is knocking on the window and they've still got their hoods zipped up. I suppose when you're homeless you expect it to rain wherever you go, even indoors.
A couple of religious do-gooders have crept up on them and seem to be asking them questions and offering some help, but they haven't shifted an inch from their slumbering pose, and it's obvious that they just want to sleep. Thanks for your interest, he's saying in his head, but do please get lost.
It's very quiet in here. Ten steps outside the front door is the busy traffic of Trafalgar Square, but in here it's nothing... just a quiet tapping of water on the window. I can see trails of grey rain drizzling down the glass in rivulets. It's like runny grey paint. The droplets are racing down the window until they splatter on the bottom, like suicidal jumpers falling off a rooftop. They've got a very strange stained-glass window in here -- its almost like boiled metal (you will understand what I mean you see it). They must have got it from a bomb-damaged disaster zone. It's all mangled and bent.
There are no artworks in here, no paintings, but there's plenty of ornate plasterwork and a Royal coat of arms above the altar. This is the parish church of Buckingham Palace, you see, (which is just down The Mall), so they've spruced up the edges in gold. The altar just seems to be a solid block of marble, and they've got some fancy chandeliers and a dark wood organ at the back.
I wonder if the Queen comes here every Sunday? I wonder what she's pray for? Good health and a skateboard for Christmas -- the same as the rest of us.
Here we go... the silence has been shattered by a piano tuner. They hold classical concerts in here every lunchtime and evening, and it looks like he is getting ready for a show. He has already busied himself setting up the instruments by the altar, and now he's starting to thump out the same note over and over, a deep drumming thud thud thud as he listens to the vibrato. Twenty times he's banged on this key in three-second intervals. You can't call it a tune... it's a barrage of war drums. It's the same note they play in horror movies before the bad man comes to slit your throat. Surely it must be a sin to make a din like that in church?
He has driven the homeless people back onto the streets.
Remember to have a nose around downstairs in the crypt. They've got a surprisingly big cafe and exhibition space down there (they are even bigger than the church upstairs). They've got a little gift shop as well, selling church books and religious knick-knacks. The thing that I like most about this cafe is that you can practically always get a seat, because not many people ever think to come down here.
Guest – Can't find out who is playing on the12 th of December, can anyone help?
Admin – its an organist called Jeremy Cole, at 1 PM
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