I don't have a ticket at the moment.
I went to the Antwerp concert last year (among others - the rainy outdoor one and O2, me One
Let me tell you what happened in Antwerp, tho ugh.
It was great
I was staying in this hotel, saw the concert from the front row, dead centred
I met Maarten, who is a blooming nice fellow with a jaunty beret
And this random other Belgian bloke- ever such a nice bloke - a lawyer,: like me
And we got to chatting, about movies (e.g.: The Lord of the Rings (Return of the King) and my German vacation
last year, which was a hoot and furthermore a gas!
And then, after the concert, we went back to my hotel for a knightcap (as you do)
and blow me, who walked up to Reception (Heb: Kabbalah) but the drummer.
Let me rephrase:
THE drummer
I walked up to him and said (something like) Erm, ayin't you the drummer mate?
( am a Brit - I talk a bit like a cockney - shockin estauary accent the positive
The gentleman confirmed, and then it was just a whole stream of goodness as various members of the band popped up and I collectged tHear signatures on me poster
I was chuffed to bits. Me, a lowly West Ham fan (like Elijah Would in Gree St
A Hammer, gets to meat LC and the Sunshine Band
I was happy.
Makes a change!!
I roodly (not froodly) insisted they get the hell out of thereaqnd sing my poster, and they complied (nice people, innit)
But your man Leonard wasn't around. He's an elderly gent, and so probably went to get some rest earlier - weren't buzzing around.
BUT
In the morning, I was having breakfast - I was there quite early - and who should walk in but LC Himself!
WoW
I was nervous. I was edgy. I didn't want to pester him. But I wanted that man signature and if it meant doing a judo throw, pinning him to the ground and mounting like a butterfly, forcing a pen into his hand and scribbling away, then I can tell you phonies (if you really wanna know) that it saw going to happen
Tbh, I had The Edge. Over you mere mortals, that is. See, I'm a Cohen. A Kohen. Not a dreadfully observant or orthodox one (I had a bacon sandwich yesterday for the first time in my life) but nonetheless a Kohen. You know, I leveraged it to my advantage. I told him I was a Kohen, Or rather, I told him we shared a patrilineal descent.
And after that, he played nice
And I got my signature
AND I got to meet the incredibly sexy Webb sisters, AND I showed off my mini-laptop to THE MAN'S son
It was a good time
I'm going to get a manicure today. I was looking at my hands today, making the priestly Ayin sign on my left sign (and El Shaddai on tsign right
and I thought that my nails were not quite as they should b
Maaretn? You still owe me a drink, you rascal! Are you in touch with that chappie I introduced you to? I hope so.
I hope you liked my website.
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