It was the wierdest scene imaginable.
Waterloo station, London, England, UK, in the middle of the peak rush hour.
Suddenly the exit doors of the Eurostar from Paris, France fling open
and a mad crowd of freaks and weirdos come pushing and jostling their way through.
Strange people of the night wearing awful, repulsive pinstripe suits, pasty gaberdines, wearing the most hideous brogue shoes and all carrying quite outrageously sad briefcases.
Then, a ray of light.
One figure of hope steps out from amongst these two legged freaks and makes his way forward
while the rest of the circus loonies stare at him in wild eyed disgust.
Yes, from in amongst the sad suited monotonous bores of the city stepped Brian Warner himself.
No, not Brian Warner, Anglian Windows Area Manager and former Salesman of the year 2001 -2002.

THE Brian Warner AKA Marilyn Manson.

Night walker and Rock Vampire extraordinaire.
Yes THAT Brian.
Dark Shades on (it was still daylight) and all dressed in black with two tone spats, the white faced, half shaven headed rock guru walked among the city Zombies like he owned their souls.
At over six feet tall he cut a superbly imposing figure with his diminutive lady friend and his brick wall of a body guard.
Met by a man in a garishly blue suit, he climbed into a silver (ouch - easy, silver could be dangerous) BMW and was sped away into the night in search of food.
Cue sound fx

Crack of thunder - manic laugh - girl screams.

Man in Blue Suit

Marilyn gets whisked away