Krusty doesn't need our attention anymore - let's go worship somebody who had the guts to be a celebrity!
The Simpsons
Pigalle Gig II
I had to
leave work
rather early to make it down to London this time, but nobody
really took
any notice because they were by now used to me only working 2
days a week!
I was sharing a room with Gitte and Kristine - Susan did not
make it after
all because her back had gotten worse! It's such a pity
because of
everybody she must be the one most enthusiastic and she had
been looked
forward to the concert so much...
When I arrive at the hotel, Kristine was long queuing, but I
took my time
because I did not have a table reserved anyway.
The wait at
the club was very distressing and quite nerver-racking this
time. For some reason they suddenly decided that people were
not allowed
to stand in the small spot where they were standing but
should instead
move up to the upper balconies where you did not see
anything. It was very
annoying, because even if we hadn't bought the expensive
dinner tickets,
we still had bought tickets, and didn't want to be treated
like fucking
cattle! Before they could force me upstairs (Thank you,
Simona - you're a
cow!) I sneaked off and sought cover at Kristine and Sven's
table
pretending to belong there, and when George finally came on
stage
everybody rushed towards the front anyway and it didn't
matter!
The concert was brilliant. The only thing that was not
perfect was the
lighting - it was too dark!
After the gig we hung out at the backdoor, but George only
said "hi" and
set off with Mike without stopping for a chat.
I had talked to Frank earlier who stangely said hello to me first 8he must have been drunk or something). I asked him if anything was happening in February as I still have to take 2 weeks of holidays before April, and he claimed they were going on tour! What kind of tour? A tour without promotion, a single or album out? I think he was just taking the piss! When Elly asked if they were coming to Holland, he said: "Oh, we'll go everwhere: Rotterdam, Amsterdam, Brussels...". Mhm. Aha!
I did not feel like going out to Babe with Kristine, Sven and Klaus, and went to be "early". Elly had hurt her foot in the crowd and had basically missed the whole show, so I walked her to her hotel. We decided to take wheelchairs next time to get a chance to be really pushy and get in the first row as well!
