The Biggest Fan

Last month my wife's friend offered us to attend a Good Charlotte's gig. He was one of the organizers of this event, so we got one of the best seats in spite of the fact that we're not fans of the band at all.
We had seats on the second floor in the front of the stage. On the ground level under our place and slightly forward there was the main zone with the crowd of GC's fans. So we were able to see clearly the stage and the crowd. Right next to us seated a family couple in their 40ies. Woman seemed indifferent to what was happening on the stage, however man's behaviour was quite strange: he was looking through the huge binocular and covering his ears at the same time, making faces that indicated his dissatisfaction with the music. It was very strange and carried on during the whole concert.
Afterwards, when the gig finished and we went back to metro station in order to catch a train. Surprisingly, we saw the same couple, but at that time they were accompanied by two teenage girls who definitely were fans of GC because they both were wearing white pants covered with praising words about the band. At that moment we understood the man's strange behaviour. The parents bought tickets in the expensive zone, but with good view in order to look after their daughters who obviously desired to be closer to the stage.

The purse story

It's getting funny that every time when I meet Yana after a gig some bizarre story happens.
Few weeks ago I was on my way to Flinders Street to keep Yana after the concert of The Rubens (by the way, here is the result of her work that day). In a coach with me were just a few people. Opposite to me, across the pathway there was a couple: a boy and a girl. They look like hard clubbers: guy wear a huge cardigan, whereas girl wear a cocktail dress alongside with a bizarre fur top. The couple was in a good mood, they definitely went somewhere to have fun. After the passing a few metro-stations in the coach went guy who look... I don't know... just like an ordinary guy, but bolt a little bit.

The story of the photo

Last evening Yana and me spent beautiful time together. The weather was mild, coffee was perfect and fussy gulls wasn't so irksome as always. With pleasure we walked along the Yarra bank listening the sounds of the vibe city. After I walked Yana to the Hi-Fi club where she had to made photo-review of Shihad's gig. At 7.30 PM she went to the club warning me that I met her there at 00.00. With the serene feel I went home. 
In one hour I went through our suburb coming to our house. At that time a huge wind rose. Approaching to the house in some moment I had felt that something wrong. When I came up to the house's door I understand that I hadn't made a mistake - the both doors were closed. The matter of fact we have two door. The first one is the real wooden. The second door we usually do not use because it is a mesh door for summer. But this time Yana habitually locked it. You can say: "So what the problem is? Take the key and open it!" But, you know, I don't have the precious key. When we moved in we got only one key for this bloody door and we didn't take the trouble to do the copy. 
I had no choice except made a turn and got back to the Metro station in order to go to down-town. When I had travelled 3 stations in addition to my misadventures began pouring rain. So, when I arrived to Flinders Street Station at 09.30 PM I couldn't go anywhere. Fortunately, I had a camera with me and I had plenty of time. I took some photo. Here is the best photo of that evening: 

Flinders Street, Melbourne