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Posts: 2879
Joined: Jan. 30 2007
From: London (the South of it), England
JM AGAIN!!
Weird!!! for the 2nd time within the space of six months I ran into Juan in central london.....
After stopping him on regents st last year, i got onto the nothern line tube and there he was again!! right next to me!
I didnt bother saying hello this time as the conversation wasnt that stimulating last time and he had a young blonde lady with him this time and they were both dressed very formally..
One cant help but wonder if these meetings are meant to tell me something!
I know its not strange to see the odd famous person in london now and again...but to see JM twice in six months (i started on his books) in one of the biggest cities around..well who knows??
A) The conversation wasn't stimulating because the young blonde wasn't his wife, and the last thing he felt like doing was talking to someone who might ask "How's your wife."
B) What could it be telling you? That's obvious – since both times it was in London it's telling you that he really isn't Spanish, he's English !!!
It tells you that you are going to follow his footsteps. You will change your name to Estuban, speak with Spanish accent and walk with young blond girls.
lol imagine how we felled runing into him on a hallway at our gig in Adelaide/Australia...i knew he would be there ...still i wasent prepared for the man out of the white book to walk up.......more so him cause probably about 80% of people outside spain start with his book....( thats just a wild guess lol)
The conversation wasn't stimulating because the young blonde wasn't his wife, and the last thing he felt like doing was talking to someone who might ask "How's your wife."
In the sense of "who was that lady I saw you with yesterday? That wasn't a lady, that was my wife" ?