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London called on a Friday morning. I was messaging around with Ona when my
name was announced
at the radio station. I had won the prize:
travel to Camden to watch Garbage live. With Tom.
This is the story of my experience in those five days.
Day 1: Run baby run
The alarm clock didn't ring on time. We ran to the airport (well, we took
a taxi, but we made him run) and everything became hectic since then. Except
for the plane, which decided to take off an hour late.
We were excited. It was a sunny day at Luton airport, we were going to meet
Garbage at seven o'clock and London was hardly 60 minutes away, waiting for us
(and our credit cards). But Murphy's law was born in England.
The record label decided to shuffle our appointment and make it three hours
earlier. I confess i didn't even have time to take another shower. But cosmetics
are my people, so we eventually got there on time and looking smashing, of course!
(I know you want more, read on...)
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