I've just come home from the Slammer party: Danger's act was out of sight. Literally even, at one point, when the smoke and strobe lights made it impossible for a few seconds to see anything but whiteness overlaid with a pattern of red crosses. Moshers abounded, no surprise there. Check out France's redeeming quality at
myspace.com/2emedanger.
Was awarded five stars out of five possible by acquaintance for dance. Taking dance classes is no longer an option but a must.
Also, my city is prettier than yours. I'm already looking forward to returning to Stockholm after four years in some other, incomparable Swedish town.