While walking thru London we found out that everything had closed, apart from a Subway. Thierry got himself a sandwich which was way too healthy for him and he threw it away. It was a bitch finding a place to just sit down and have a drink again and we decided to call it a night. Me and Thierry were off to take the bus back to our pub and my lovely Belgian, erm, friend, said she’d text Thierry the next morning to meet up again on Sunday. At 5:30 in the morning we arrived at our pub, decided to skip McDonald’s this time, and just to go to bed instead. We had a quick chat about how great meeting had been and how, erm, nice, Ellen actually was. He replied “well yeah she’s really nice, but if you’d tell her the world was a square she’d believe you too”. Brilliant. End of day 3.

Day 4 started rather early. I was awake at half past 9 and decided to check if I could get some bread at the Supermarket. Thierry wanted 9 nuggets and they looked very surprised when I gave them my orders at the McDonalds. “sorry, but we only serve lunch right now”. Alright, no nuggets for Thierry then. When I came back with some bread we had lunch and went back to sleep. When I came back Thierry told me he had a text message from Ellen saying “Alright Dutch Bitches, we’re at Oxford street, see you there” and we thought good luck, we’ll see about that. We decided to pack our bags and check out which was actually pretty much impossible because our pub wasn’t open yet. There was an internet café near it so we decided to check Jovitalk reviews. Obviously most were positive because most of you shitheads are pretty clueless when it comes to a good Bon Jovi show, we posted our short reviews, and got back at our pub which was open now and checked out. “See you next time!” they said, and I thought “only of you clean the bathroom”. I had recharged my phone at the internet café as well and received two text messages. One from Emil saying “worst morning in the history of time”. He needed to get up at 6 in the morning in order to catch his plane. And he got back at 4 at his pub. I laughed about it, send him back that I thought Ellen was hot to which he replied “Awesome. Did you bang her?” Nice. But no, I did not bang her and all that talk about she giving me a blowjob at Planet Hollywood wasn’t true either. I’m saying this, because there are actually some fools who really believed this, and she got some complaints about it so there, I set the record straight. She did not give me a blowjob. Or did she?

When we met up with Ellen and Valerie we went into a pub Thierry had seen (The boy’s got an eye for that) and decided to just sit there for a while, and in fact we had lunch there too. Or dinner, whatever’s appropriate. I had an, erm, special chat with Ellen, told a few of my brilliant Dutch jokes there (completely pointless) and when 4 hours had passed, numerous silly remarks from Thierry about me, we decided to go catch our plane. We said goodbye at the subway station way too fast and were off to Stansted. At this point it was obviously me and Thierry both were a bit tired because on our train ride from London to London Stansted it had never been so quiet. Me and Thierry shook hands at Stansted and said goodbye, which made this the end of Seb and Thierry’s tour.

I landed at Schiphol and turned on my cell phone and it turned out that I had received a text message. From Ellen. Whoahey. I send something silly back, and she kept on sending me text messages. I called my friend Seem in the phone to tell her what it had been like and when I told her about Ellen she got all romantic “Oooh, Seb’s got a girlfriend!”. Erm, ****ing hell, no I don’t. When I got home at 12 in the evening Ellen was still sending me text messages, and when I went online I got a text message saying “will be home in half an hour”. We got on line and stayed on line for another 4 hours. It apparently clicked very well, and we repeated this on Monday night. I think it’s fair to say I’ve got myself a new very good friend and it’s a shame she lives so far away from me. We’ll see what the future brings, hopefully she’ll be able to spend some time with me and Thierry on tour next time, because we both enjoyed her company a lot.

And that my friends, concludes this review. The tour ended with 2 shit shows, but I’m still a bit high from the fun I had at the Jovitalk meetings and all the MSN conversations with Thierry and Ellen. Hopefully I get to meet up with both of them really soon (I’d rather have Ellen first though, sorry Thierry), and I feel like this is the way it should’ve been. For me, the tour started rather odd with still feeling a bit odd after my split, but one month later so much has changed. Many things have cleared up in Seb’s life and I feel like I can really move forward this time. I think this really is the beauty of going on tour and experiencing so many things. This time Seb’s Bon Jovi tour wasn’t just seeing Bon Jovi. It was the whole package of meeting up with people again, meeting new people, and just finding out how much you like each other. We’ll see what the future brings, but I think it’s fair to say that right now, while typing this and Dire Straits’ Brothers In Arms is playing on my stereo, I can say that I’m the man I wanna be. I’m the man I wanna be.

Now, how to rate these shows? They were good shows, but were they the shows they should’ve been? Absolutely not. And I will rate them for what they should’ve been, because everyone from the Bon Jovi camp knew that fans were expecting something special, and Jon just simply couldn't be arsed. Spoiled cunt.

Night one:
Rating on the Supersonic’s all mattering Bon Jovi review index:
***** The ****ing bollocks!!!
**** Top show.
*** Yeah, well that was alright...
** Piss poor performance. Nnngg!!!
* Jon you cunt I hope you go bald within 1 day!

Night two:
Rating on the Supersonic’s all mattering Bon Jovi review index:
***** The ****ing bollocks!!!
**** Top show.
*** Yeah, well that was alright...
** Piss poor performance. Nnngg!!!
* Jon you cunt I hope you go bald within 1 day!

It’s been a pleasure. Thierry, Seem, Ellen, Miss, Tom, Laura, Emil, Carli and Moron. It’s been a ****ing pleasure. Hope to see you again next tour.

Salaam Aleikum,
Sebastiaan