Outsider
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I spent a nice week in London with my girlfriend, sights, museums, theatre, nice food and ales, and three afternoons on Denmark street playing all the steelstring acoustics I could get my hands on. Finally found what I was looking for, a beautiful Lakewood M-14 CP with B-Band system on it at Hank's. I was even so lucky that it was the last one and after very short negotiation, they agreed to sell it 20% off the tag price, which was already lower than the current list price due to it being a older model. They even adjusted it for my liking and threw in a Hiscox flight case and a set of Elixir's. Still I ended up spending almost double the sum I had planned to (my monthly salary), but after playing 20-30 guitars in various price ranges, I realised that I need a real guitar with solid wood construction and a good preamp system. So I made the deal and left Denmark Street full of bewilderment, pride and enthusiasm mixed with some how-is-she-going-to-take-me-spending-all-my-money-on-another-guitar-again -kind of guilt. Luckily she took it very well. My girl.
Sunday morning came and time to go home arrived. Everything went just smooth untill it was time to claim our luggage in Helsinki. Both of our suitcases with all the dirty clothes were there but no guitar. The clerk at the desk said it was probably going to come on the same evening (there were two more flights coming) so I just tried to swallow my disappointment and so we headed home.
Now it's tuesday morning and after three calls to the lost luggage desk nobody still knows anything about it's whereabouts. And you can probably imagine all the scenarios my head has been going through these past days and nights (stolen, destroyed as a bomb, buried by the snowstorm, fallen from the plane etc.). I know it's pathetic but I'm almost unable to work because I'm so pissed. An all I can do is wait. And knowing the weather situation in London, it can be very long wait even in the best case.
Sunday morning came and time to go home arrived. Everything went just smooth untill it was time to claim our luggage in Helsinki. Both of our suitcases with all the dirty clothes were there but no guitar. The clerk at the desk said it was probably going to come on the same evening (there were two more flights coming) so I just tried to swallow my disappointment and so we headed home.
Now it's tuesday morning and after three calls to the lost luggage desk nobody still knows anything about it's whereabouts. And you can probably imagine all the scenarios my head has been going through these past days and nights (stolen, destroyed as a bomb, buried by the snowstorm, fallen from the plane etc.). I know it's pathetic but I'm almost unable to work because I'm so pissed. An all I can do is wait. And knowing the weather situation in London, it can be very long wait even in the best case.
