Vincents Tour

Our second to last day in Stratford consisted of an evening ghost tour through the centre of the town. Overall, there were about 20 of us in the group, made up of young and old. Our group leader was about 45 years old. It was his job to make the whole walk as atmospheric as possible, and so he took it upon himself to wear a large black tophat and long purple cape. Walking through the centre of town being led by him made us look like a cult.

The walk itself was nicely done. The briefing at the start of the walk was a certain highlight for all the wrong reasons. As Vincent began to tell us about this ancient ghost that haunted the theatre, the occasional silence was broken by the sound of kids in a Vauxhall Corsa drifting around the corner at high speed, bopping their heads to the sound of some R n' B shite.



Another moment that made me laugh to myself was when we were led down the street and our guide suddenly stopped, and we were all left wandering what tale of tragedy and death he was about to unleash. I then looked up and realised Vincent was stood under a massive 'Currys Digital' sign. In almost perfect comedic timing, another set of kids drove past and decided to slow down upon seeing our group, before yelling "I like ghosts, yehhhhhhh!"

It could be argued these encounters spoiled the atmosphere, but I feel they added a whole lot more. Unfortunately, Vincent didn't react to these moments. I bet he gets alot of verbal drive-bys.