English people don't dance
They don't. They won't dance even if they are on the first row of a Garbage
special concert. No jumping, no waving, very little singing. We certainly were
letting ourselves be spotted. Our own party of five was quite excited about the
gig.
We yelled, we danced, we stepped on people's feet and sang the few lyrics we
knew. The place was crowded and the sound was superbe. But the audience simply
watched as you watch television.
Shirley and the band gave a hell of a concert. It was probably one of the best
i've been to. The voice was amazing, the music lifted you.
Still jumping after the show we went to a couple of bars in the Camden area
and then hopped on the tube to return to the hotel.
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| Tom and our Barcelona friends hold a Garbage poster right
after the show. |
Side note: The hotel was a labyrinth of halls and strange doors that
led to rooms no one could ever sleep in. The trains passing by shook your bed
like a furious lover. We were glad to check into our B&B for the next three
nights.
(I know you want more, read on...)
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