a dEUS tour diary

Brussels-London: 2×370km on the Eurostar

… except this time, I didn’t go just to see dEUS (as opposed to this gig). I actually had a long, 4-day weekend ahead, and the concert was a perfect excuse for another trip to London. I travelled with a friend from Brussels, at whose friends’s place I’d be staying. Free accomodation! Weeeee! Left the office, went straight to the station, onto the Eurostar, London Waterloo at 18.27, Northern Line to Kentish Town, I head straight to the Forum, and in front of a pub, I almost bump into Alan. Haha. Celestial coincidence: inside the pub and looking out, there’s Erin, that cool fan from Vancouver whom I met last year in Glasgow and who studies in Edinburgh. Actually, it ain’t that much of a coincidence - just meeting her right at the same time as Alan is the only coincidence there, as I am largely to blame for talking Erin into coming down to London for the gig. But you don’t care much about that anyway, you don’t even know the girl. But erh… she’s part of this story. Most definitely so. (Erin, you may want to stop reading now.)

Alan was having a sore throat, and he asked us if we knew where to find a chemist’s. Right, Alan. I’m from Brussels. Erin’s from Vancouver. Of course we know all about pharmacies in North London. Rock stars are fun like that.

(For some reason, I never finished that post. Suffice to say the band rocked out, but to an uninterested and rather sparse crowd, then Snow Patrol came on stage and the crowd went wild — a very young crowd — and afterwards there was some intense Barman-groupie-snogging at the bar)