Dad Rocks!

Toby and I woke up in bed together (nothing happened, seriously), and we both thought we needed more sleep. Toby than slepped some more while I took a shower, and had a long Skype talk with my girlfriend. Man, I really miss the guys at home. Can’t wait to see them again. When Toby woke up we headed out to see the sights in Edinburgh, and man what a beautiful city. Shit. So happy to have spent a whole day there. We went to this pretty awesome museum. Dry air. Almost choked. Toby and I had our first jam there. Check it. It’s a good jam I think. It’s nothing anyone has ever heard before. Pretty good.

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Also at the museum:

We also had a great vegetarian meal at a local cafe, Ollie Bongos. After that I even got Toby an ice-cream. Two scoops of chocolate ice-cream. You should have seen his face. He was quiet for about 7 minutes while eating that ice-cream. It was a beautiful sight. Then it kinda started to go wrong, and the cone broke in two pieces, so Toby had to be a bit innovative with his eating of the ice-cream. It all went pretty well though. We wandered around Edinburgh for quiet a bit, and saw all kinds of monuments, for example the big Mel Gibson monument that kinda looks like a penis. But not really. More like a big pointy thing, but without having the other qualities that would have made it a penis.

We had a nap in the apartment,  or I had a nap while Toby worked on some artwork. But I didn’t fall asleep, so technically it wasn’t really a nap I guess, but it was meant to be one. After that we headed to the coach-station, and we were so happy, cause the drive to Glasgow was only gonna be one hour! And what’s more, nothing freaky or disgusting happened on the coach. Scotland we love you.

Arriving in Glasgow we were immediately greeted by the kindest human beings. Right away we were offered a hot delicious meal, drinks and hugs. While we were eating we realized that Steve-O was actually there at the venue. Apparently he was staring at me like some sort of a maniac while I was ordering a drink. I guess I was lucky that he didn’t staple my balls to the bar or something drastic. Turned out that he actually wasn’t there for the gig, and went away into the Scottish night. I didn’t worry more about him, but instead kicked Tobys sorry ass in table-football. He didn’t cry much.


The gig, venue and crowd was really, really good. First band on was As In Bear, and the were fantastic. Do check them out. Two piece. Brilliant. Toby played a very charming set, and totally won over the crowd. My set went well too. Trapped In Kansas finished of with their impressive repertoire of songs. What a night.

We went back to the apartment and had some redwine and talked about stuff. Toby was talking about something called rollie-pollies, and I had no idea what the hell he was talking about and shouted him in the face’ Fuck the police’. Then we fell asleep.