'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.

The awkward moment when you waiting desperately for a message from somebody who got you really mad.
Ah, feelings.

May 26th 2012.

Mon Amour.

I just love being around the Eiffel Tower when it's about to illuminate for the first time of the night.
Rows of people, most of them from abroad, start staying still from quarter to ten or so, looking up hopefully to our Vieille Dame de fer, waiting eagerly. And when finally, at ten o'clock, the magic happens, everybody around let out an "Aaaaaaah!" of ravishment.
And it is such an amazing feeling to know that people come from far away only to see what I can see it everyday. I just can't never get tired of this. Although it became transparent to most of the other Parisians ages ago, everytime I gaze at this wonderful scenery with the same amazement.
I wish they could all remember just how gorgeous this city is, instead of complaining all the time. I wish everybody could see it through my eyes. Paris is a gem; it would be mad denying it.

Une cause perdue.

He had told me on the previous day he would give me his own setlist in Blackpool, but I wouldn't believe him. It wouldn't have been the first time Freddie Cowan forgets something he said. He promised, pretended to spit in his palm, held me out his hand. "I won't forget Laurie, I swear". I was still a bit sceptical, but nodded anyway, shaking his hand.

He kept his word. But I didn't expect it to happen that way.

I thought that if by any chance he remembered, he'd give me his setlist a couple of hours after the show, when I'd be waiting for him outside the venue.
But he didn't.

It happened right after Norgaard, the last song of the set, as ever. He put his guitar away onto the floor, and was about to leave the stage, when he suddenly remembered. He crossed my eyes, communicating without saying a word, and then he tore his setlist from the floor, and got down the stage, landing right in front of me. A wave of hysteria seized the crowd around me, and I felt instantly a dozen bodies pressing against mine, crushing my chest against the barrier. Freddie paused for a while, gazing at the many pair of arms stretching towards him, in a desperate attempt to reach him. He then rolled the setlist into a ball, to make sure nobody else could grab it, and took my hand, thrusted the precious piece of paper into my palm.

"See Laurie, I told you!"

Bridlington

That look in Sam's eyes.

The ones who made me love Spain.

Madrid, March 16th & 17th, 2011.


White Lies. Transfer. Crocodiles.
Axelle, Cristina, Johanna, Kelsey, Marta, Paula, Ricardo, Veronica.

For goodness sake, let us be young.

In less than a month, on April 11th, I’m turning 24 years old, and I’m freaking out. I’ve never accepted the idea of growing up, but this year, I have to. For the first time of of my life, I’ll have to make some sacrifices, and build myself a solid life. I just cannot be an “adulescent” any longer. Anyway, for my birthday, I do not wish any gifts. All I want if for someone to have the idea of playing me Wetsuit song. Posting it on my facebook wall, playing it on the phone or my answering machine, flooding my social networks with the lyrics, or even singing it to me for a few seconds, even awfully sung; whatever. I just need to be reminded, not matter how old I am, to put a wetsuit on.