A Giannini Swiss Drums set in London

OK, truth be told, I was going to stop blogging. I never kept a diary in my life, and it's not really fast work to keep a blog going. But then another Swiss drummer by the name of Laurent N. sweet talked me into continuing it (it is kinda nice to know, that somebody out there is actually reading this) so here it goes:

A couple of days ago I decided that it was time to get my drums and my car up here to London. So I packed my beloved Giannini drum set and the even more beloved missus in the car and, like a happy family, we drove off from Basel to Calais, where we booked a hotel room for the night. The next day, we got up early to catch the 8.10am ferry to Dover. (To the right, you see a picture of me with the white cliffs of Dover in the background.)
We arrived in London at 12.30pm and I had an appointment with the lady, who's renting me her underground parking space at 6.30pm, so plenty of time for us to relax with my flat mate.
At precisely 6.25pm (I'm Swiss... always early) we arrived with my car at the gate to the parking space. Of course, the lady wasn't there yet (Londoners and time...;-), so we parked the car in a public parking space and waited. 6.45 came and went, so I tried to call her: voicemail... what the... 7pm, called again, and yep, again voicemail. Shortly after I got an sms from her telling me that she's in the hospital and didn't know if they will let her out that night... nice!

Problem was, we had to fly back the very next morning because I had a gig in Switzerland the next day, soooo where to park the car?
I've sent her an sms telling her the problem and after not hearing back from her we went to my favourite restaurant in London called "Chez Manny". I definitely needed a juicy steak and a pint! Ivo and Carl, who both work at Chez Manny's, were kind enough to cheer me up (2nd photo) and the steak and pint (photo number three) did the rest, so I felt better. After talking to AW and he telling me, that it was ok to leave my car at the studio for a couple of days, I got an sms from the parking-lady. She told her mum to go to her apartment, get the fob-key and to leave it on the front tire of her car. YES! I texted her back to ask if it was parking space number 30, as I remembered, and she said yes, as is written on the keychain. So I got the key, looked at the keychain (parking space #32), opened the gate, drove into the car elevator, and, you might have guessed it already, there was a car parked on 32... it can't be, it just can't f'n be true!!!!!!!

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After a nervous breakdown or two, I texted her again and this time she wrote back pretty quick (15 min) telling me it was space number 30 and the number on the keychain was wrong (!). On the last picture, you see one happy camper with his car finally parked.