Stories and Tall Tales

Memories from the Essen trip

My memories of the trip are.

Jamming the fag machine with 5p pieces a the border crossing and worrying about someone opening it up to check. The police wondering why a few people had water pistols in there cases.

Going to some sort of punk night at a club and being asked if we would fight everyone there as it would be a honour for the german punks and afterwords Christie getting followed all the way to the place we were staying by a gay bloke on a motorbike( remeber Christies face as he banged on the door get in.

Poo, cover in toilet roll, then piss on it. You had to see toilets to understand this.

The Turks elbowing the German Punks as they danced next to them.

German Police pulling a gun on me as i drunkenly tried to confront them in the passage of place we were staying.

The prostitue spitting her chewy in the bin before going into a cubicle to service a customer.

One hell of a miserable night in hamburg when van broke down(if memory serves me well).

Booga being the only one able to walk straight on the ferry as it was tossed about the north sea(i think it was the half bottle of Bicardi that helped).

Seeing Boogas head stuck out of the train window as we passed over it in the van,remarkable coincidence since we had driven miles and never seen train until then.( Booga and Christie had to get train for some reason i forgot).

THE REASON WE HAD TO GET THE TRAIN WAS BECAUSE THE MINI BUS WE HIRED DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH SEATS. BORING BUT TRUE. BOOGA