really do not know when I felt more 'in London. Perhaps when, in August 1981, I was stopped by a policeman in disbelief while I pedaled with my Graziella against traffic and without lights. In a London where the bicycles could be counted on your fingers must have been subscribed to the view of the landing of aliens in the city center '. Or even Sunday morning in the tranquility 'of London cuisine of Mauritius, munching on a couple of McVities chocolate and listening to the sound of Double-Deckers beyond the window. Flowers fade gracefully, thirty-year celebrations for my beloved singer, a city 'that because a franchise is becoming less fierce in every neighborhood. Not enough supermarkets, food chains, cafes and shops, now we bring you the restaurants. Always the same names everywhere. I struggle a bit 'to recapture the spirit, even if it is not nostalgia. London has always been for me means one thing alone: \u200b\u200banarchy. The ability 'to be oneself, to dress as one wishes, to revolutionize. And this time they are completely blown away: the Marc Almond concert no dress code (note, I was totally dressed in black, socks and underwear included) realize that the line of people still waiting outside the theater seems to come from Marks and Spencer the day of the sales, mothers with children in tow and vintage men gentlemen who ask where is the entrance to the bleachers. Inside, earning a third row standing in front of me a girl who seems committed to a shop in the center. Ben rigged, long red nails lacquered purse in her hand, looks at me suspiciously and says "do what you want, dance, dancing, singing .. BUT NOT Touched her hair. "Cosi 'while I'm standing close to the young lady I look around and realize that the age' of these media and 'the mine if not worse. I am surprised to amaze me: I have 50 years old, not I chide the absence of a more 'young. Although Marc is in great shape, so' is not for the musicians who accompany him, and the date of his songs. I know, there is a threshold for maintaining a memories intact over time without damaging it, and we are dangerously close, but for now everything still works perfectly. It squints a bit 'eyes, or perhaps for those who can' is used a bit 'of eyeliner. To realize, as always, that "your eyes are more 'sad I've ever seen, painful secret a heart that is broken so 'easily. "Thank you Marc!
