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Thanks for the mammaries...!
The lights went down, the noise went up!
Hooray, I thought!
Mr Itchy Crotch humped my arse a few more times for good measure, and the oh-so-familiar barrier squeeze began. Ah yes, the smell of sweat and the tight contact with almost total strangers! I love it.
Axxis charged out, and I will admit I was bloody impressed. So was the lead singer when he came to the front of the stage; he grinned at me, and plucked at the front of his shirt while raising his eyebrows. His message was clear:
Take it off!
I grinned back. Not a chance, pal.
So my cleavage was hanging over the barrier, sue me. It's my one saleable physical asset, and I'll be damned if I'm not gonna use it. Worked on him, anyway; he spent a good proportion of the rest of the set winking and leering at me which, it must be said, I enjoyed immensely.
(He'd done the same thing in Milan, too, the last time I saw them supporting Helloween.)
So. Axxis were, as I remembered, bloody good; I really must get round to buying some of their albums some time. They dealt with drunken hecklers and despite being a grumpy arse their drummer is very good indeed - and the guitarist is very very pretty. Always a bonus, that.
Then the tension really began to rise; from chatting to people in the queue there were at least as many people there to see Gamma Ray as there were to see Helloween, and it had been a long time since they'd last visited these shores.
When the lights dropped the roar shook the roof, and I got humped several times by Mr Itchy Crotch before I focused so hard on the stage I forgot all about him and his annoying missus, Elbow Girl.
Dan came out to another roof-rattler of a roar and bam, there they were. Large as life and twice as noisy, I howled along with everybody else and lo, I was not the only one singing all the words to all the songs! Setlist I can't remember (because I am shit like that, but I'm pretty sure![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rdyfrde posted it on her LJ a while back), but damn it was good. Dirk spotted me on the barrier (once all the photographers had fucked off) and I got a big 'oh-hey!-I-know-you' smile and a wink before he pranced off again. Henjo, I think, cannot see very far from the edge of the stage, because he didn't have a leer until much later in the set when he wandered over. Kai, bless him, cheerfully perved at the boobs all the way through; y'see, heavy squashage against a high barrier means flesh gets pushed up and shirt gets dragged down and the resulting show doesn't half draw the eye.
Or so it seems, anyway. I am not complaining. Whatever works, right?
So. Kai was very chatty with the crowd, half of which I missed because the vocals were totally lost in the mix (fucking sound engineer wants shooting). We got to the three quarter mark of the gig and he said, I want you to sing three little words....
Held up three fingers and said: "Suck. My. Co--"
And then, I swear, he took a good long look at the boobs, caught my eye, and grinned.
Then he swung back to the crowd and carried on, leaving me positively howling with glee from my spot near his feet. Damn, but he's good; no, he doesn't have the best singing voice in the world (I think of it as a triumph of enthusiasm over convention), but bloody hell he loves his work.
And in music, enthusiasm and passion is more than half the game. (IMHO, anyway.)
It was fascinating to watch the three of them working together; Henjo and Dirk really have very little to do with each other, but both orbit Kai constantly. I suppose the same could be said of most bands - the frontman is the centre, after all - but it's far, far more noticeable with these three. You know those graphs that are circles that overlap each other? (Venn diagrams, is it? Buggered if I can remember.) Like that. Just like that.
I have no idea what was up Dan's ass, but he never smiled all night.
It was a high paced, high octane show; entertaining as hell, and despite the sound being utterly shite and the usual crapness of being at the front (sound wise) they sounded bloody amazing. Gamma Ray were everything I'd hoped for, and a little more.
Incidentally, it seems that the way to catch Kai's attention - apart from boobage - is to watch someone else while all eyes are otherwise on him. Several times I looked back from where I'd been watching Dirk (and probably scaring the poor bastard into fits) only to see him watching me. Heh, oh Kai....
And the evil woolly was nowhere in sight, hooray! (Although he had been wearing it that morning.)
When they came back on for the encore Kai had a cigarette in his mouth; I yelped, and when he had to spit it out to sing I was leaning over the barrier inhaling deeply to get just a sniff of the fumes; Henjo clocked this and roared with laughter at me.
God they were good. And when they went off the whole crowd sort of collapsed in on itself for a bit to get its breath back; I changed my camera batteries, dropped the spent ones on the floor on the other side of the barrier. I peered down to make sure they'd rolled out of the way, and a security guy cane over and picked them up.
"Did you want these?" he asked. I explained that no, they were nearly dead and I had fresh ones. He asked if I minded someone else having them whose batteries were totally dead and I said no, no worries.
Only to discover, just before Helloween came on, that I had managed to pick up a brace of duff batteries....
Crap.
So I have some Gamma Ray pics, but no Helloween ones. And I discovered, when I checked the pics later, that there was so much smoke on stage that you can hardly make out a thing. Shit.
So. Helloween, big intro, crowd goes wild...
...and they open with 'Halloween', which is weird choice for an opener because it changes tempo, slow then fast, and you never get a chance to really get into a groove. And the sound was appalling; if I thought it was bad for the Rays, it really sucked for the Hell boys.
And damn. Sascha looked to be going through the motions; he didn't look at the crowd, just stared into space when he wasn't wandering across to chat to Weiki. He looked thoroughly bored and fed up, although Weiki did appear to be having a good time all alone in a little world of his own.
Andi looked tired, and I couldn't hear him. Even Markus - although he was making an effort - just couldn't seem to summon up any enthusiasm. The only one who was thrashing away with all the fire and energy I remembered was Dani.
And the photographers. Holy shit, they were a right nuisance. The pit was packed with them; I barely saw the band during the first three songs because of a solid wall of snappers. By the time they pissed off so was I....
God, it was a disappointing show. Whereas last tour they had the Dani/Sascha guitar battle and Markus on the tiny drum kit, this time they had Dani starting a drum solo and being interrupted by three dwarves complete with long white beards... Markus, Sascha and Andi on their knees in an odd little side stage arrangement.
Yes, it was funny - but it went on too long. Although Weiki did appear to have fun shooting the whole bally lot of them at the end!
Dani's drum solo was excellent - although I think Weiki sneaked off for a ciggie! - but I did hear a fair bit of grumbling on the way out that it had been too long. I beg to differ, personally, but he did look knackered at the end of it.
There was a brief flash of what I think of as 'typical' Helloween; during 'A Tale That Wasn't Right' (god I loathe ballads) the revolving spotlights were trained on the front row. There was one right in front of me, and it spent the whole song firmly shining where?
You guessed it, Cleavage City!
I could just make out the shadows of Sascha and Markus behind the light...I think they noticed all that lit up boobage....
Dear oh dear, what a shambles the rest of the show was. They never seemed to hit any sort of pace, and the setlist was nothing short of random. Thei timing was off, the sound got (if anything) worse, and the crowd was nowhere near as animated as they'd been for the Gamma Ray set. Andi did his best - even asking me if I was OK at one point - but with the slow pacing and hassle from behind I was getting really fed up. Itchy Crotch had progressed to gluing himself to my back; he must have been about my height, because his thighs were along the back of mine, cock nestled in the leather-clad crack of my ass, and his whole weight along my back. I did manage to cure that, though; I was headbanging at one point and caught him a right crack. I have a lump there, so I sure hope his face is sore.
Between him sleazing all over my back and his bloody girlfriend I was losing what little patience I had left, and when she progressed from elbows to digging into my side with her nails to get her hand on the barrier I lost it completely.
I'd already whipped round once to snarl "watch the elbow, bitch," which had earned me a butthurt tirade in some language I don't speak, so when the nails came out I didn't fuck around.
Angry enough not to feel it I whacked the point of my elbow against the back of her fingers as hard as I could. I know I missed and hit the railing itself a couple of times (the bruised swelling on my elbow testifies to that) but it worked; she vanished and I didn't see her again.
Not even 'Eagle Fly Free' could rescue the set by now, and I was just hanging on for the Rays return. When they did - for the second encore - the crowd exploded.
Sascha turned away. Even Markus found something to do that didn't involve looking at the audience. Kai looked rather smug.
Now, I don't know if Andi is having trouble with his voice again (although the whole band did stop and let the crowd sing 'Keeper' for a bit!) but Kai did about half the vocals for 'Future World' and 'I Want Out', which were the best tracks of the night. Markus and Weiki did appear to be enjoying themselves, although Sascha was still pouting. Henjo came over and said hello, plus I got some good leers off Kai. Dirk winked at me.
It must be annoying to have heard the crowd be so much more responsive for your support band, but what did they expect? The Rays played fast and intense - and Helloween did not. Add in the sound problems and you have an experience that was dissatisfying for all concerned.
Everyone I spoke to after the gig was agreed on one point; the Rays had blown Helloween away.
Dani tried to throw me a drumstick at the end - perhaps he did recognise me? - but alas, young lads with longer and faster arms than I beat me to it. I ended up with a Dirk pick though, which made me happy.
Time for one last sense of humour failure; at the end when the house lights came up there was a scramble round my ankles where a couple of youngsters (and Itchy Crotch) were sure that I was standing on a pick or two. They almost knocked me down, shoving and clawing at each other loike maniacs; so I trod heavily on one guy's hand, kneed Itchy Crotch in the side of the head and barged through the rest to get away from the stage. I'd had enough.
The initial plan had been to hang around outside to try and catch the band, but with the knowledge that the aftershow was either being held at the venue or (if not there) then somewhere you needed a pass to get in there seemed little point. Plus it was hammering down with rain and the wind was icy.
I gave up. A hug and a wave to the Usual Suspects and I turned to head off back toward my bus stop - but I saw the Axxis guys (drummer still scowling, check), tapped the bassist on the arm, and told him that I'd really enjoyed their set. He laughed and said thanks, at which point the lead singer appeared from the crowd and grinned at me.
"I saw you at the front!" he laughed, and much to my surprise he really isn't much taller than me. I stepped in, and tugged at his scarf before tapping him on the chest.
"Yeah," I said, "and you tried to get me to take my shirt off, just like you did in Milan last time I saw you guys!"
And bugger me if he didn't grin, and say "yeah - I remember!" Then he went on to try and explain that as he spits a lot when he's singing he was merely concerned that I keep myself shielded from any wetness, he wasn't saying anything else - although he was grinning like a dog the whole time.
"They can stand a bit of wet," I laughed back, and the conversation could have got really interesting if his grumpy drummer hadn't yelled at him and dragged him away at that point.
That is one hell of a memory for mammaries.
So off I set down toward the bus stop - at which point the wind picked up, and the heavens opened. It looked like a movie set where the rain is being provided by high pressure hoses....
A very nice young chap caught me up, and commented on the weather; we chatted as we walked through the siling rain, and by the time we reached the tube stop we were both absolutely drenched. A strange but pleasant conversation, but by the time I reached the bus stop I was freezing, sodden, and had the beginning of a migraine.
Still, there were another couple of guys at the bus stop who'd been at the gig (opinion: Gamma Ray 1, Helloween Nil), so I had someone to talk to until the bus arrived. Then I had a kip, and was so damn cold by the time I got back to the car that I just sat and shivered until the heater did its thing and thawed me out.
There is nothing worse than going to gig all stoked and having a band disappoint; yes, the other two were good (the Rays were awesome), but still... Helloween had been so good last time I couldn't believe the difference.
And Sascha. He was a bouncy kid last time I met him; this time he was a cool, standoffish 'rock star' (and boy, you do not need to wear New Rocks - what are you trying to do, give everyone under six foot a complex?) and man, that was sad. Markus was trying, but his heart just didn't seem to be in it.
But then, if they're getting their asses handed to them every night by Gamma Ray they're bound to be a bit surly.
So that was the gig. I have bruises on my chest, knees and elbow, and apart from a few pictures of smoke my abiding memory of this one will be of disappointment.
Such a shame....
Hooray, I thought!
Mr Itchy Crotch humped my arse a few more times for good measure, and the oh-so-familiar barrier squeeze began. Ah yes, the smell of sweat and the tight contact with almost total strangers! I love it.
Axxis charged out, and I will admit I was bloody impressed. So was the lead singer when he came to the front of the stage; he grinned at me, and plucked at the front of his shirt while raising his eyebrows. His message was clear:
Take it off!
I grinned back. Not a chance, pal.
So my cleavage was hanging over the barrier, sue me. It's my one saleable physical asset, and I'll be damned if I'm not gonna use it. Worked on him, anyway; he spent a good proportion of the rest of the set winking and leering at me which, it must be said, I enjoyed immensely.
(He'd done the same thing in Milan, too, the last time I saw them supporting Helloween.)
So. Axxis were, as I remembered, bloody good; I really must get round to buying some of their albums some time. They dealt with drunken hecklers and despite being a grumpy arse their drummer is very good indeed - and the guitarist is very very pretty. Always a bonus, that.
Then the tension really began to rise; from chatting to people in the queue there were at least as many people there to see Gamma Ray as there were to see Helloween, and it had been a long time since they'd last visited these shores.
When the lights dropped the roar shook the roof, and I got humped several times by Mr Itchy Crotch before I focused so hard on the stage I forgot all about him and his annoying missus, Elbow Girl.
Dan came out to another roof-rattler of a roar and bam, there they were. Large as life and twice as noisy, I howled along with everybody else and lo, I was not the only one singing all the words to all the songs! Setlist I can't remember (because I am shit like that, but I'm pretty sure
rdyfrde posted it on her LJ a while back), but damn it was good. Dirk spotted me on the barrier (once all the photographers had fucked off) and I got a big 'oh-hey!-I-know-you' smile and a wink before he pranced off again. Henjo, I think, cannot see very far from the edge of the stage, because he didn't have a leer until much later in the set when he wandered over. Kai, bless him, cheerfully perved at the boobs all the way through; y'see, heavy squashage against a high barrier means flesh gets pushed up and shirt gets dragged down and the resulting show doesn't half draw the eye.Or so it seems, anyway. I am not complaining. Whatever works, right?
So. Kai was very chatty with the crowd, half of which I missed because the vocals were totally lost in the mix (fucking sound engineer wants shooting). We got to the three quarter mark of the gig and he said, I want you to sing three little words....
Held up three fingers and said: "Suck. My. Co--"
And then, I swear, he took a good long look at the boobs, caught my eye, and grinned.
Then he swung back to the crowd and carried on, leaving me positively howling with glee from my spot near his feet. Damn, but he's good; no, he doesn't have the best singing voice in the world (I think of it as a triumph of enthusiasm over convention), but bloody hell he loves his work.
And in music, enthusiasm and passion is more than half the game. (IMHO, anyway.)
It was fascinating to watch the three of them working together; Henjo and Dirk really have very little to do with each other, but both orbit Kai constantly. I suppose the same could be said of most bands - the frontman is the centre, after all - but it's far, far more noticeable with these three. You know those graphs that are circles that overlap each other? (Venn diagrams, is it? Buggered if I can remember.) Like that. Just like that.
I have no idea what was up Dan's ass, but he never smiled all night.
It was a high paced, high octane show; entertaining as hell, and despite the sound being utterly shite and the usual crapness of being at the front (sound wise) they sounded bloody amazing. Gamma Ray were everything I'd hoped for, and a little more.
Incidentally, it seems that the way to catch Kai's attention - apart from boobage - is to watch someone else while all eyes are otherwise on him. Several times I looked back from where I'd been watching Dirk (and probably scaring the poor bastard into fits) only to see him watching me. Heh, oh Kai....
And the evil woolly was nowhere in sight, hooray! (Although he had been wearing it that morning.)
When they came back on for the encore Kai had a cigarette in his mouth; I yelped, and when he had to spit it out to sing I was leaning over the barrier inhaling deeply to get just a sniff of the fumes; Henjo clocked this and roared with laughter at me.
God they were good. And when they went off the whole crowd sort of collapsed in on itself for a bit to get its breath back; I changed my camera batteries, dropped the spent ones on the floor on the other side of the barrier. I peered down to make sure they'd rolled out of the way, and a security guy cane over and picked them up.
"Did you want these?" he asked. I explained that no, they were nearly dead and I had fresh ones. He asked if I minded someone else having them whose batteries were totally dead and I said no, no worries.
Only to discover, just before Helloween came on, that I had managed to pick up a brace of duff batteries....
Crap.
So I have some Gamma Ray pics, but no Helloween ones. And I discovered, when I checked the pics later, that there was so much smoke on stage that you can hardly make out a thing. Shit.
So. Helloween, big intro, crowd goes wild...
...and they open with 'Halloween', which is weird choice for an opener because it changes tempo, slow then fast, and you never get a chance to really get into a groove. And the sound was appalling; if I thought it was bad for the Rays, it really sucked for the Hell boys.
And damn. Sascha looked to be going through the motions; he didn't look at the crowd, just stared into space when he wasn't wandering across to chat to Weiki. He looked thoroughly bored and fed up, although Weiki did appear to be having a good time all alone in a little world of his own.
Andi looked tired, and I couldn't hear him. Even Markus - although he was making an effort - just couldn't seem to summon up any enthusiasm. The only one who was thrashing away with all the fire and energy I remembered was Dani.
And the photographers. Holy shit, they were a right nuisance. The pit was packed with them; I barely saw the band during the first three songs because of a solid wall of snappers. By the time they pissed off so was I....
God, it was a disappointing show. Whereas last tour they had the Dani/Sascha guitar battle and Markus on the tiny drum kit, this time they had Dani starting a drum solo and being interrupted by three dwarves complete with long white beards... Markus, Sascha and Andi on their knees in an odd little side stage arrangement.
Yes, it was funny - but it went on too long. Although Weiki did appear to have fun shooting the whole bally lot of them at the end!
Dani's drum solo was excellent - although I think Weiki sneaked off for a ciggie! - but I did hear a fair bit of grumbling on the way out that it had been too long. I beg to differ, personally, but he did look knackered at the end of it.
There was a brief flash of what I think of as 'typical' Helloween; during 'A Tale That Wasn't Right' (god I loathe ballads) the revolving spotlights were trained on the front row. There was one right in front of me, and it spent the whole song firmly shining where?
You guessed it, Cleavage City!
I could just make out the shadows of Sascha and Markus behind the light...I think they noticed all that lit up boobage....
Dear oh dear, what a shambles the rest of the show was. They never seemed to hit any sort of pace, and the setlist was nothing short of random. Thei timing was off, the sound got (if anything) worse, and the crowd was nowhere near as animated as they'd been for the Gamma Ray set. Andi did his best - even asking me if I was OK at one point - but with the slow pacing and hassle from behind I was getting really fed up. Itchy Crotch had progressed to gluing himself to my back; he must have been about my height, because his thighs were along the back of mine, cock nestled in the leather-clad crack of my ass, and his whole weight along my back. I did manage to cure that, though; I was headbanging at one point and caught him a right crack. I have a lump there, so I sure hope his face is sore.
Between him sleazing all over my back and his bloody girlfriend I was losing what little patience I had left, and when she progressed from elbows to digging into my side with her nails to get her hand on the barrier I lost it completely.
I'd already whipped round once to snarl "watch the elbow, bitch," which had earned me a butthurt tirade in some language I don't speak, so when the nails came out I didn't fuck around.
Angry enough not to feel it I whacked the point of my elbow against the back of her fingers as hard as I could. I know I missed and hit the railing itself a couple of times (the bruised swelling on my elbow testifies to that) but it worked; she vanished and I didn't see her again.
Not even 'Eagle Fly Free' could rescue the set by now, and I was just hanging on for the Rays return. When they did - for the second encore - the crowd exploded.
Sascha turned away. Even Markus found something to do that didn't involve looking at the audience. Kai looked rather smug.
Now, I don't know if Andi is having trouble with his voice again (although the whole band did stop and let the crowd sing 'Keeper' for a bit!) but Kai did about half the vocals for 'Future World' and 'I Want Out', which were the best tracks of the night. Markus and Weiki did appear to be enjoying themselves, although Sascha was still pouting. Henjo came over and said hello, plus I got some good leers off Kai. Dirk winked at me.
It must be annoying to have heard the crowd be so much more responsive for your support band, but what did they expect? The Rays played fast and intense - and Helloween did not. Add in the sound problems and you have an experience that was dissatisfying for all concerned.
Everyone I spoke to after the gig was agreed on one point; the Rays had blown Helloween away.
Dani tried to throw me a drumstick at the end - perhaps he did recognise me? - but alas, young lads with longer and faster arms than I beat me to it. I ended up with a Dirk pick though, which made me happy.
Time for one last sense of humour failure; at the end when the house lights came up there was a scramble round my ankles where a couple of youngsters (and Itchy Crotch) were sure that I was standing on a pick or two. They almost knocked me down, shoving and clawing at each other loike maniacs; so I trod heavily on one guy's hand, kneed Itchy Crotch in the side of the head and barged through the rest to get away from the stage. I'd had enough.
The initial plan had been to hang around outside to try and catch the band, but with the knowledge that the aftershow was either being held at the venue or (if not there) then somewhere you needed a pass to get in there seemed little point. Plus it was hammering down with rain and the wind was icy.
I gave up. A hug and a wave to the Usual Suspects and I turned to head off back toward my bus stop - but I saw the Axxis guys (drummer still scowling, check), tapped the bassist on the arm, and told him that I'd really enjoyed their set. He laughed and said thanks, at which point the lead singer appeared from the crowd and grinned at me.
"I saw you at the front!" he laughed, and much to my surprise he really isn't much taller than me. I stepped in, and tugged at his scarf before tapping him on the chest.
"Yeah," I said, "and you tried to get me to take my shirt off, just like you did in Milan last time I saw you guys!"
And bugger me if he didn't grin, and say "yeah - I remember!" Then he went on to try and explain that as he spits a lot when he's singing he was merely concerned that I keep myself shielded from any wetness, he wasn't saying anything else - although he was grinning like a dog the whole time.
"They can stand a bit of wet," I laughed back, and the conversation could have got really interesting if his grumpy drummer hadn't yelled at him and dragged him away at that point.
That is one hell of a memory for mammaries.
So off I set down toward the bus stop - at which point the wind picked up, and the heavens opened. It looked like a movie set where the rain is being provided by high pressure hoses....
A very nice young chap caught me up, and commented on the weather; we chatted as we walked through the siling rain, and by the time we reached the tube stop we were both absolutely drenched. A strange but pleasant conversation, but by the time I reached the bus stop I was freezing, sodden, and had the beginning of a migraine.
Still, there were another couple of guys at the bus stop who'd been at the gig (opinion: Gamma Ray 1, Helloween Nil), so I had someone to talk to until the bus arrived. Then I had a kip, and was so damn cold by the time I got back to the car that I just sat and shivered until the heater did its thing and thawed me out.
There is nothing worse than going to gig all stoked and having a band disappoint; yes, the other two were good (the Rays were awesome), but still... Helloween had been so good last time I couldn't believe the difference.
And Sascha. He was a bouncy kid last time I met him; this time he was a cool, standoffish 'rock star' (and boy, you do not need to wear New Rocks - what are you trying to do, give everyone under six foot a complex?) and man, that was sad. Markus was trying, but his heart just didn't seem to be in it.
But then, if they're getting their asses handed to them every night by Gamma Ray they're bound to be a bit surly.
So that was the gig. I have bruises on my chest, knees and elbow, and apart from a few pictures of smoke my abiding memory of this one will be of disappointment.
Such a shame....
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AGREED!
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Setlist I can't remember (because I am shit like that, but I'm pretty sure rdyfrde posted it on her LJ a while back), but damn it was good.
I did but they've changed it from what I posted. I'm very sad to see that my favorite "The Silence" has been removed :(
The GR setlist was:
Welcome
Gardens of the Sinner
New World Order
Fight
From the Ashes
Empress
Valley of the Kings
Rebellion in Dreamland
Heavy Metal Universe
Ride the Sky
Somewhere Out in Space
Send Me a Sign
Now, I don't know if Andi is having trouble with his voice again but Kai did about half the vocals for 'Future World' and 'I Want Out', which were the best tracks of the night.
No, they've been sharing the vocal duties every night during the encore. Probably because a whole boatload of fans on the forum complained that they wanted to hear Kai sing the encore too. Not that I mind since I like Kai's voice over Andi's any day :)
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And I love Andi's voice - but due to the shit sound, I couldn't hear it anyway. Their fucking sound engineer wants shooting.
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Really? That's weird since it's not listed on the setlist for the London show:
http://www.metalstorm.ee/images/gallery/5/120.jpg
Though it does make me happy since it's the song I'm most looking forward to for the Japan shows :)
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http://www.radioneptun.ro/tourreport/london/image_2.html
http://www.radioneptun.ro/tourreport/london/image_4.html
The main website is:
http://www.magicaband.com/tourreport/hellishtour.html
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I can't remember if it was in this bit or the previous post, but kudos to you for introducing yourself to that girl as "the one who tried to pick you up"! Lol, that takes huevos, as we say here in the Southwest.
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Thanks for the compliment, tho ;)
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