|So what did we think of Hemingway's latest instalment? Firstly, Southbank serves as a much more fitting location for the event, it was really rather pleasing shopping beneath the watchful gaze of the London Eye. There were plenty of stalls catering to most needs and desires. We even found a jolly chap selling boxes of British Tea (and we all know how important tea is in every situation). Which brings me onto the catering.|
Tea. It is the fuel which fortifies many a soul (including myself); and similarly I am told coffee produces the same effect. Sadly, there was a total of TWO, yes two, stalls providing us with this hot cuddle in a cup. For an event of this size, this naturally produced obscenely long queues; especially as it was an indescribably cold day.
Unfortunately, this was not the only hiccup in Hemingway's machine. We were able to enter the event seamlessly, however many others had to queue for above an hour (hardly an activity one wants to be doing when it is barely above freezing). We also heard of hapless event-goers whom after exiting the venue, upon attempted re-entry were not allowed back in regardless of displaying their hand-stamps.