Woke up in Tobys room beside the hobbit. Luckily no limbs had been eaten off by mice, cockroaches or one of the three deformed dogs. Or the hobbit for that matter. Good start. With only 4 hours of sleep, we were kinda slow and tired. We decided to have breakfast before heading to the coach at Victoria Station. This resulted in one of the meanest, ungraceful, most extreme runs from the tube-station to the coach. But we made it. I felt like Michael Jordan. It’s weird though, running after something as grotesque as a 7 hour coach-drive. Driver was mad as hell. We had a break at a service station, and he casually told everyone over the PA that ‘if you’re not back on the fackin’ coach 2:10 I’ll fuckin’ leave without ya and kill ya and ya’r fackin family and have a nice hamburger after that. You’ve been warned!’. He was all gentle about it though.
Oddly, the coach was delayed. Phillip, the promoter, was meeting us there and sent us a description of who to look for: ‘Look out for the cool looking guy’. And he was cool. Extremely cool. So cool that he took us out for dinner. I had a really good lamb kebab, and toby had a chicken kebab, fresh salad, rice, chili. Yum. Venue was awesome. It felt like a secret society, as it was a room in the back upstairs, and you kind of had to nod to the barmaid in specific way to be let in. The Treeman played and it was quite an experience. Check it:
Toby invited me on stage tonight during his set to perform the beginning of Beethovens 9th on my cat-piano on my iPhone, which I did, it sounded good. During my set this dude fainted while I played Nothing Keeps Up, and it felt like a nightmare for a couple of seconds. He quickly woke up though, and went home to rest. Tobys theory was that he thought that my set was so boring, that he just held his breath. Thanks Toby. It was a good night though. DJs played both Metallica and Pantera. I was happy.
Arriving back at Philips place we watched a bit of Barbed Wire starring Pamela Anderson. Pretty big breasts I guess. Pretty bad movie I guess. I slepped in a bed with the original transformer duvet cover from 1984. That was sweet. Also Philip had the whole star wars action figure collection, check this shit out:
You have Obi Wan Kanobi, and he’s next to Ewok, who’s up against Princess Layas feet, and she’s dressed as a bounty hunter. Laying across her legs is Darth Vader, who’s heads being crushed by the back of a speeder-bike, that’s crushing both Han Solo and Luke Skywalker. Luke’s foot is up in a Gregorian guards ass, and he’s laying next to a speeder-bike rider, and a C3PO who’s got his hand on one of the two Lando Callrisian, who are both laying on another Ewok, that’s kissing an imperial guard. The guard is kind of sitting on a friend og Admiral Akbarrs, who’s laying next to an X-wing, AT-walker
Sweet. See you!
