I was searching through the heavens, and somehow I slipped...
And like a big piece of shit I tried the art of a soft landing on the arse, on the train station's platform today at 12.10 P.M, but my left shoulder didn't like the fact that i tried to ease my fall with my arms and it got dislocated again.
So of course I couldn't go to Paris and join me mates and get into the car and come to Gent and then Vosselaar tonight. I spent more than 3 hours at the emergencies in awful pain (really really more painful than the first time) before they condescended to syringe me some morphine and try to put the bones back in place. The funny fact is that I had to tell them MYSELF which was the easiest way to do it...
So people, please, do me a favour... Enjoy the gig as if it was the last Anathema gig of your life. I'm so disapointed to miss it and not to meet you all again
(And Gorik, not to meet you at all...
)
I hope You'll all have a great time and that the gig will be marvellous, and I hope my mate Greg will recognize you Pieter so that he doesn't have to sleep under a bridge
Pieter,Quentin,Gorik,Greg,Olivier,Laurent,Irene,Dries,Lisa and all others :
and enjoy yourselves !!!!
*MAN* *MAN* *MAN*
[size=+8]FUCK THE TRANSPORTATION STRIKES ! FUCK THE S.N.C.F and THE R.A.T.P[/size]
At least now I know the effect of real morphine
