Big in Porsgrunn and on to Denmark
Day 43 - 82 miles (132km) [+ 32 xtra miles (52km) to get Skinnie's case] travelled 2day
Total Distance Travelled = 11,769 miles (18,888km)(TDT)
Woke up in OSLO, time to swap countries (again).
Got in the van.
The manager wanted to stop off at the Norwegian resistance museum in Oslo harbour and bought a book and DVD, not the kind of DVD we usually like to play in the van though.
Drove. Great soundtrack, we played with the BRONCO BUSTERS last night and we swapped CDs, their album rocks especially on Norwegian roads.
To Porsgrunn. To pick up Skinnies' silver case the shite.
Job done and thanks to Paul for meeting us. He is there with this week's copy of the local paper and there we are, front page.. FULL PAGE photo on the cover of the arts supplement and then two page spread on how our M.A.S.S. gig was one of the biggest / best things there in years.. wow.
Now drive to Larvik to catch the ferry. Which will take us over night to some port or something in Denmark. Arriving in Denmark at 7am tomorrow, Danish time, time for a pastry.
But in Larvik we have a couple of hours to nail before we board.
And we stroll upon this neat little pub hidden just of the main road. Well I think it's a main road but until now this is all i've seen of this town. But it looks big enough to call it a main road... Blar ba ba.
The place is owned by a guy who originally comes from Sunderland called Stevie. Big thanks
goes out to this guy. He dishes out some free shots for us bless his heart. And we give him a CD. He puts a track on. He is convinced our manager is Justines' dad. Bless his heart. And puts the stones on. For Jus's dad. Another round of shots and the manager is grumbling about how old he looks.
Stevie tells us of this guy a regular that comes in, that is the spitting image of Elton John. Then a little while later in shuffles this old geezer and plonks himself at the end of the bar. A second later Stuart and Justine were pissing them selves laughing. This guy could'nt have looked anymore like Elton if he sat down and played piano with big fuck off glasses with wings on.
Then this guy pulls a face like he's saying "this happens all the time, fuck off please".Bless his heart. Sorry.
Off to the ferry now.
Boarding takes a while. And we think they've forgotten about us but it has to be said we have had Stevies beers and shots and if we complain anymore to these stocky sea-farin' fellas we could see ourselves red-carded.
We have cabins on this cruise. There's a cabaret. Dancing girls. Mmm. The band had seen better ferries. Bass player, a bit over weight and wore a shirt too far, like a bridge too far the old film about a war and it had all these greats in. It's late alright. I'm trying to add a bit of colour into the diary. I should have finished this by now and got onto writing another day but I feel I shouldn't skip aimless stories like this one.... Dancing girls were good though. But not my type.
It's all shite really. So before long we sneak off to bed.
To be continued.
Total Distance Travelled = 11,769 miles (18,888km)(TDT)
Woke up in OSLO, time to swap countries (again).
Got in the van.
The manager wanted to stop off at the Norwegian resistance museum in Oslo harbour and bought a book and DVD, not the kind of DVD we usually like to play in the van though.
Drove. Great soundtrack, we played with the BRONCO BUSTERS last night and we swapped CDs, their album rocks especially on Norwegian roads.
To Porsgrunn. To pick up Skinnies' silver case the shite.
Job done and thanks to Paul for meeting us. He is there with this week's copy of the local paper and there we are, front page.. FULL PAGE photo on the cover of the arts supplement and then two page spread on how our M.A.S.S. gig was one of the biggest / best things there in years.. wow.
Now drive to Larvik to catch the ferry. Which will take us over night to some port or something in Denmark. Arriving in Denmark at 7am tomorrow, Danish time, time for a pastry.
But in Larvik we have a couple of hours to nail before we board.
And we stroll upon this neat little pub hidden just of the main road. Well I think it's a main road but until now this is all i've seen of this town. But it looks big enough to call it a main road... Blar ba ba.
The place is owned by a guy who originally comes from Sunderland called Stevie. Big thanks
goes out to this guy. He dishes out some free shots for us bless his heart. And we give him a CD. He puts a track on. He is convinced our manager is Justines' dad. Bless his heart. And puts the stones on. For Jus's dad. Another round of shots and the manager is grumbling about how old he looks.
Stevie tells us of this guy a regular that comes in, that is the spitting image of Elton John. Then a little while later in shuffles this old geezer and plonks himself at the end of the bar. A second later Stuart and Justine were pissing them selves laughing. This guy could'nt have looked anymore like Elton if he sat down and played piano with big fuck off glasses with wings on.
Then this guy pulls a face like he's saying "this happens all the time, fuck off please".Bless his heart. Sorry.
Off to the ferry now.
Boarding takes a while. And we think they've forgotten about us but it has to be said we have had Stevies beers and shots and if we complain anymore to these stocky sea-farin' fellas we could see ourselves red-carded.
We have cabins on this cruise. There's a cabaret. Dancing girls. Mmm. The band had seen better ferries. Bass player, a bit over weight and wore a shirt too far, like a bridge too far the old film about a war and it had all these greats in. It's late alright. I'm trying to add a bit of colour into the diary. I should have finished this by now and got onto writing another day but I feel I shouldn't skip aimless stories like this one.... Dancing girls were good though. But not my type.
It's all shite really. So before long we sneak off to bed.
To be continued.
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