London Central

This time I'm writing in English with a reasonable good reason to do so, so stop right there with the snob-related adjectives. I resent those. See this is a PC with no regular portuguese thinguies (from 'things') like those thinguies we put on top of some of our letters to make the words sound like they should and prevent them from sounding something completly different from what we wanted, you wouldn't want to be a writer in this latin wire-crazy verb system. In this cathegory we can also count those things (no, these are really 'thinguies', unexplainable thinguies like those upside-down triangles with no base we see in Polen or Russia or something else much much more accurate) under our "c" to make them sound "ss". Like my name, which is not "Franca" but "Fran(ss)a". This confused the hell out of the police officer when I went to Camden Town police station to report I had been roubed. That's it. Now I'm extending my stay (correct terms? I don't know and I most certanly don't care) and I'm here until my passport arrives because Ryanair folks don't accept police reports with an large seccion on how I couldn't possibily have any Photo-ID's due to the fact that well... I was in Camden and had the audacy to look away from my wallet for 3 minutes. I should have known better...

Well, I was rushed from one street to another, from mental-institution-like directions to advices on how to get a bus with someone shouting in the back that a bus was completely unnecessary. I finally got to the police and was finally told to write down a description of my wallet and its contents. By the time I got out I rushed to London Astoria 2, the venue, with my life-saving report ready to be brushed in some moody and intolerant bulldog-faced guys that go by the name of "pub secutity staff". I had to see 36 crazyfists play. Really. I had. I flew. I LEFT THE COUNTRY TO SEE A SHOW. Saved a bunch of cash for it (cash I waited till last day to change to pounds was I to need anything urgent and couldn't rush to a cash machine and was inside my rather lovely vintage black leather purse).



"The London Astoria 2 has been closed for the past 6 months"
"... Oh reeeeeeaaally?", I tried to make my voice sound perfectly normal. Yes, it was pretty really. Ok then, back to Electric Ballroom in Camden. (WHY THE FUCK WOULD TICKETMASTER GUYS SEND ME AN E-MAIL SAYING THAT THE VENUE WAS NO LONGER ELECTRIC BALLROOM BUT LONDON ASTORIA 2?!?!?!)

I colapsed once a very nice guy said I could go in. I really did. My chest pumped a million times and then shortness of air and all. It was the best Friday ever.