„Welcome to Garrat Lane“…

…, Tom wrote in his text message, „It’s not the Ritz, but there’s a lot of love there.“  For the next three months, I am going to live in Tom’s room in Wandsworth, Southern London.

With me in the house: Simon, a passionate mechanic, and Paul, some kind of graphic designer and painter (I haven’t met him yet and will get further explanation on his job later on, I am sure).  The third in the team is Jack, a stage constructor.  But he is only staying until Monday–afterwards, he will be touring through Europe with Madonna …

And, there is another visitor (or inhabitant?): a little rodent ran through our kitchen last night, just when I was talking about the sense of life with Simon.  But well, I am used to mice after Villejuif, ain’t I?

L.

The king is back! …

… and no, I am not talking about Elvis, who I believe to be dead – compared to other people.

I am talking about Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, who in probably one of his greatest press conferences ever, announced he would be giving ten final gigs in the O2 Arena in London, the first of the series being held on the 8th of July.

Given that I am planning on going to London for the summer, my first impulse was of course – to look for tickets. An idea which to quickly forgot, when I saw ticket prices: between 295 and 1750 Pounds.

„That’s an easy one“, commented Arthur, one of my classmates, „you just have to be under 12 – for them, everything is free.“ Oh, if I only was!

L.