Being in Abu Dhabi reminds me of living in the UK. I am surrounded by Brits, and there are only shitty lagers on tap. But there are more hookers here, and skyscrapers.
The following stroy was originally written in June 2008, at a time during which I should have been doing much more important things than writing blogs. It proves the power of procrastination. If you want to get things done find something more important to do first.
It also shows the impact of timeliness on the relevance of a story. I wanted to tell some anecdotes about life in the UK from a foreigner’s perspective. Quickly, some stories formed in my head, notes were made, drafts were written. Of course, once the ‘Other More Important Project’ was successfully completed these stories never got finished and my blog slipped gradually into a hiatus.
Much has changed since then, most notably that I don’t even live in the UK anymore. Also, I have reached a point where I can think about getting back into blogging. So, why not start with something that is already half-formed to ease me back into it?
Thus, without further ado, please find below a little story about my first “real” encounter with British class culture.
I had seen Client several times before – mostly in Germany, though, where they are more popular than in the UK (1). Sarah Blackwood (aka the lovely ‘Client B’) had started to substitute some of the lyrics with their German translations. However, last November when supporting Anne Clarke in the Underworld in Camden I heard her sing “gib mir mehr, mehr, mehr” instead of “give me more, more, more” as the chorus for Pills for the first time in London – much to the delight of the not-so-small German crowd in the audience. (Actually, my mate and I reckoned that about a 1/3 of the audience must have been German.) The same thing happened on the 28th of March… and when DAF had finished their set you could actually hear the audience shouting “ZUGABE!” instead of “encore!” or whatever English fans might be shouting in situations like these.
Well, all that might only be a slightly amusing anecdote and not overly surprising. London is an international city and nowadays it is not so unusual to combine a gig with a weekend stay in London thanks to budget airlines. What became apparent, however, is the absurdity of the record label system in our time and age.
Last night I went to see”Wyrd Sisters – The Director’s Cut” a stage version of the well known Terry Pratchett novel. As I found out in late 2007 south Oxfordshire, or Abingdon more precisely is the place to be when you are into Terry Pratchett stage adaptations.
The Americans are identical to the British in all respects except, of course, language.