hello for the second time today! i did go out to try and get tickets for thursday's gig... and what a magnificient failure it was. i had checked carefully where the club was on the map - not that far from where i live actually.. i went by tram. i think b&s should have made a t-shirt with a tram. i love them. i even managed to get off on the right stop. hurray! it was this huge busy roundabout, with loads and loads of cars/trams/buses passing, and no traffic lights. i had to cross the street running, because i was scared someone would run me over if i just walked. it worked - no one did run me over (obviously). a few cars even stopped to let me pass. which doesn't change the fact i couldn't find the street, where the club was supposed to be. i walked in the wrong direction for a while. then i turned back. then i walked into another street before suddenly bumping into the right one. 'oh hello!', i exclaimed. 'fancy seeing you here!' i looked around. ooh what a grim and dark area. small grey buildings next to small grey buildings next to a big grey place offering cement, plaster, concrete and sand. hmm. i walked round a bit and found a grey car service station. i walked round a bit more and some lewd old man started talking to me. i escaped. and found myself in front of *another* club. the one i *wasn't* trying to find. it's cube-shaped and grey too, and it used to belong to some factory before being converted to the Central House of Qulture. oh well. i walked back to the other street. naturally, i could try to ask someone to show me the way but a) the people i met were either lewd old men or workers of the car service station b) the club is called 'Bakery'. perhaps it's in a building which used to be a bakery, all the best clubs used to be something else in the past. ;) how could i come up to somebody and ask: 'excuse me, do you know where the bakery is? oh, it's a club by the way.' hmm. :) so i decided to walk right to the end of that short dark street. i was so focused on trying to make out the building's numbers that i stepped into a deep puddle. i didn't even feel my whole left foot was wet - perhaps it was because the water instantly froze on me. ah well. i was about to concede defeat and go back to the scary roundabout when - lo and behold - i went into some gateway and there, behind a massive metal door was 'The Bakery'(!) only it was closed. i tried using the huge knocker but to no avail. no-one showed up to sell me tickets. that's what happens to an avid music fan like my poor self. so i went back home and called up my musician friend to cheer myself up and ask him what time his band were playing tomorrow. he wasn't sure. :) anyway, i'd better start studying (and essay writing ;-) take care and sorry for bothering you all twice today(!) olalala -- Tego nie znajdziesz w zadnym sklepie! [ http://oferty.onet.pl ] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+