Yep, that's are picture of me smoking, I don't smoke for a year then have 10 in a night. This seemed to amuse the tour party, the non smoker finally smokes!
Ghost vindaloo went down well!
At the border Pete and i are still trying to get a straight red by kicking the hell out of each other!
Adicts Norwegian fan club
Igor was the promoter for the show and did a great job. After breakfast we sat on the patio balcony of the hotel sipping beers waiting for hoggies bag to be delivered by the airline, Hoggy was minging by now after 3 days with the same clothes, no one wanted to sit near him on the bus.
All of a sudden a group of elderly Norwegian ladies appeared and recognised us from last nights show. We were virtually mobbed by them, they were like teenage groupies. They had photo’s taken with us. They were disappointed that we had to leave as the bag arrived, we think they wanted to give Hoggy a good thrashing.
At the Serbian border we queued for an hour, the guards looked stern and had a good look round the bus, we went straight from there into a queue for the Hungarian border where we queued for another hour. Ironically we were all starving Hungry, When we finally got to the Hungarian border we were question by a nice Hungarian lady who looked like she could take any of us out with a single punch. She looked very stern so we decided to see if we could make her smile, we all sat with silly expressions on our faces. When she clocked us she pissed herself laughing. She asked Pete what he was doing here and he replied “I have no idea” oddly she seemed satisfied by that answer and let us through, no problem.
Incidently we have a playastation and fifa 08 on the bus, I hadn’t played before and was crap. Pete was also nearly as crap as me so we decided to brighten it up a bit.
New rules Fifa 08 Copyright The bastard road crew,
1) Each goal scored = minus 1 point, (we couldn’t score anyway)
2) Yellow card = 1 point
3) Second yellow 2 points
4) Straight red 3 points (hero worship was given to persons achieving this)
I am not prepared to say who won, all I will say is Mr Peter Dee is one of the dirtiest bastards I have ever come across. Kid and Dan could really play the game and took it seriously, we ridiculed them and then baffled them with our dirty tackles, they thought they had won till we explained we were scoring cards not goals.
We stopped in Hungary for fuel and kid discovered some strange alcohol drinks for sale in the garage one of which was called unicum and several others I can’t remember, the bottles weren’t huge but the percentage proof was. Kid got stuck into them and really enjoyed the rest of the journey.
At the hotel we were settled into our rooms and kid wandered into my room, he could hardly talk and kept staggering into the wall, Words can’t describe how smashed he was. He asked me to show him too his room as he had lost it somewhere. I took him to his room and within 5 minutes he was unconscious on his bed.
Everyone else got directions to an Indian restaurant and we set off on foot toward it. We were given a map by the hotel but it was so small only Scruff could read it and he’s dyslexic. Dan nearly got hit by a tram, Pete grabbed him and just about pulled him clear. Dan was so grateful but Pete was mortified, he said he couldn’t understand why he had done it, “I think I thought it was some one else”. He would much rather have seen Dan get squished. Pete seems to be very fragile and hurt his ribs in the process of grabbing Dan.
Miraculously we found the restaurant and all ordered some dishes loadsa vindaloos. The lamb wasn’t good but I enjoyed my chicken one. We ordered papadums which when they came were spicy ones, I asked for some plain which they gave me, strangley they were indistinguishable from the spicy ones.
The beer was great and I was thirsty, I hadn’t been boozing on the bus so was really thirsty; I demolished six pints during the meal, far more than anyone else! This was my first good drink of the tour. We all went back to the hotel but I was still thirsty as were Scruff and Monk. The guy on reception told us about a bar nearby which sold local beer and would not rip us off, another tiny map was produced and we headed off onto the streets of Vienna.
Unbelievably yet again we found the place that was called the Asylum!
This place was in like a huge undergroud cellar all dank, dark. The music being played was indescibable, the atmosphere I would call creepy, the whole thing reminded me of the film hostel!
Not many people in, barman was really freindly and we drank more beers and he kept giving us free shots! Soon we had got control of the PC playing the music and we wouldn't let him near it, scruff became DJ and all of a sudden the atmoshere changed completley, the other customers seemed a lot happier to and they all joined us at our table, Scruff is a brilliant DJ, occassionally the barman would try to put a track on but we wouldn't let him! No idea what time we left that bar but were all staggering!
Back at the hotel scruff went straight to bed but unbelievably Monk and I went in the bar for a night cap.
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