Saturday 29 August 2009

Friday 28th August 2009 Mexicala, Mexico


Say hi to Luke bastard everyone, luke looks after the merch.


Spot us lot amongst the hippes, if you get the lot Scruff will buy you a beer!



Note our last chips stacked on 27 as usual, having lost all our money we had no choice but resort to accusing the Victor (the croupier) of being a cheating bastard!



Outside the front of the hotel.



118 degress through the desert, I never felt heat like it!


We drove all the way to the border of Mexico for the Mexicali gig & the promoter did not have our paperwork done so we could cross the border. Which pissed everyone right off so the gig was off. Gathering our thoughts We headed straight off for the Vegas Show, Eleven hours in total driving through the desert & terrain which was like something out of a Sci Fi movie, It was so incredibly hot & at times surreal. The boys had a game of cards, which lasted about five hours Shahen was skinning everyone who played, Luke bastard lost a fortune, I think after about five hours Kid began to understand the game a bit. Some of us just tried to sleep. Pete was suffering badly with the heat & threw up at a gas station. We had good sounds on all the way except for when a Blast of Tom Petty came on Kid would go off & Shout turn this shit off. Funny he calls him the Albino, but we all Like Good old Tom so kid had to endure it all. How can anything live out here, well People for one thing, No wonder they are always seeing aliens. Five minutes out in the Dessert was torture the temperature was well into the 118-degree mark. Insanity.
We arrived in Vegas around 9pm gasping for a pint & we checked into the Palms in old down town Vegas, right at the end of Freemont Street it was spectacular. First thing we all did was take a shower then go & eat. They would not let kid in the restaurant because he had no sleeves on his shirt so they gave him a Green & Yellow jacket, which he put on back to front & resembled a Phsyco ward patient it was hilarious. Jimmy & randy bastard chose to hit the Hotel room instead. The waiter was funny guy who never wrote down a single order & remembered everyone’s order except for Hoggy’s, I blame that on Pete for being a bugger & confusing the bloke. Then off to the the Roulette table where we all lost & got into a bit of a row with Victor, Pete said the table was rigged & would prove it, We did four bets on 27 & Pete said as soon as we finish Guaranteed 27 would hit. & Guess what it did. So Pete called him a Cheating C*nt & we took a photo of it.

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