We're gonna BERN
Day 61 - 365 miles (587 km ) travelled today
Total Distance Travelled = 16,395 miles (26,331km)(TDT)
Mesage from guitarist Andy.
My god! Look at that milage. Makes me feel a bit giddy. Where's the bucket?
BERN is a pretty place. But it's getting bloody cold here. My leather jacket has fallen apart. All the stitching has dropped out. And my new jeans keep falling down. Getting a nasty chill down my crack!
During the day we hang out at Fabio, our promotors place. It's huge. Up on the 16th floor. He has the floor all to himself. It was with him and his mates that we met up with at the october fest and drank 7 or 8 litres of beer. The last half litre I poured over my head!
It all seems so long ago. But then I suppose it was a long time ago. Where is that bucket?
The show turns out a groovy one Fabio does it once or twice a year and it's called Rockfightnight. We get a great reaction. And are looking forward to sinking a few units. But by the time we unwind and venture out front, most of the crowd has disappeared. Nevermind. Bar service becomes a lot quicker.
So, usual end to a night. Drunken singing in the van while off to the hotel. My voice starts to go again. So I polish off another bottle of booze and hit the sack.
More days to follow... Head up my lovelies. x Andy
Total Distance Travelled = 16,395 miles (26,331km)(TDT)
Mesage from guitarist Andy.
My god! Look at that milage. Makes me feel a bit giddy. Where's the bucket?
BERN is a pretty place. But it's getting bloody cold here. My leather jacket has fallen apart. All the stitching has dropped out. And my new jeans keep falling down. Getting a nasty chill down my crack!
During the day we hang out at Fabio, our promotors place. It's huge. Up on the 16th floor. He has the floor all to himself. It was with him and his mates that we met up with at the october fest and drank 7 or 8 litres of beer. The last half litre I poured over my head!
It all seems so long ago. But then I suppose it was a long time ago. Where is that bucket?
The show turns out a groovy one Fabio does it once or twice a year and it's called Rockfightnight. We get a great reaction. And are looking forward to sinking a few units. But by the time we unwind and venture out front, most of the crowd has disappeared. Nevermind. Bar service becomes a lot quicker.
So, usual end to a night. Drunken singing in the van while off to the hotel. My voice starts to go again. So I polish off another bottle of booze and hit the sack.
More days to follow... Head up my lovelies. x Andy
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