Post by DAVE HURRY on Mar 4, 2008 12:26:10 GMT
DAY SEVEN
Monday 3rd March 2008 12:30 PM
Hotel
Pizza Hut was indeed the plan last night. After lounging around for a little while listening to Pink Floyd and reminiscing about the last few days, we ventured down to the hotel bar for a couple o' beverages and to attempt the "wiffy" connection. Adrian "how can a hole be upside down?" Swift and I supped on our beers while Speed "I'm all sticky now" Harris spotted the remote control had been covered in plastic. Whilst we mused on why that might be, we also wondered whether we should go out for pizza or order it in. I was quite keen to get out of the hotel, as was Swifty. The others in our party were less than bothered about this, so we wandered outside. Lots of places, including Burger King, looked slightly shut. Pizza Hut however was a beacon in the night, and we hurriedly got inside and managed to order just before they shut the till for the night. Nicko "three flushes, two matches" McBrain Jnr had burst one of his many drumming-induced blisters, and was moaning all night about it (he also offered it around to people to have a feel, rather worryingly!). As I type now he is applying "New Skin" to it, a fabulous ointment which stinks to high heaven. I'm currently still coughing my head off due to Devil Bug, but it's not quite as bad as it once was.
We have a 2PM lobby call, so I'm off to the shower. Speed rang this room earlier on pretending to be a pizza delivery boy (who was also delivering something else much too dirty to be mentioned in these pages, dear reader) and poor young Nicko completely fell for it! Classic. Speed Harris' Pizza Delivery & ****** Emporium. Fantastic!
5:40 PM
Airport
We've just been ejected from an airport cafe, which is very rock and roll. I went and bought five cans of Coke from the shop across the way for less than the price of two in the cafe, which obviously irked the proprietors.
Rewinding to this morning, we all met in the lobby and went out to find some breakfast. We found the campest restaurant in the world (two different versions of "I Will Survive"...) and had a very very nice chicken curry. The results of said curry nearly caused the metal detector here at the airport to have a breakdown. Spectacular!
7:00 PM
Airport. Still.
We're all checked in and ready to fly - the flight is at 8:20. We've still got our guitars with us, and the nice lady at the check-in desk said we could take them onboard with us. This, we suppose, is likely to be a translation error. Guitars will probably go in the hold last as they did on the way here. Let's hope they survive as they did on the way here! My Dave Murray "Black Strat" copy should be all fixed when I get back to Blightly, courtesy of IT guy Kev (hero), so even if this one does become a Broken Guitar on the way home I'll still have a guitar for that all-important Dudley gig next Saturday. We're all looking forward to that, but we all still really wish we'd had a longer tour.
Thanks go to Firat "is in next street" San and Tunjay Neu, our promotors who made it all happen. Nice hotels, great advertising, filled venues, transport, good humour...what heroes. THANK YOU FIRAT and TUNJAY! See you in December...?!
Here then are all the nicknames we didn't use.
Adrian "sample my Turkish Delight?" Swift
Adrian "old man's salad" Swift
Dave "two beers" Hurry
Dave "bloggers block" Hurry
Dave "not hairy anymore" Hurry
Dave "shit thumbs" Hurry
Nicko "oh my God, it's the size of your thigh!" McBrain Jnr
Nicko "can I show you my...thing?" Jnr
Nicko "it's so big!" McBrain Jnr
Nicko "parsnips aplenty" McBrain Jnr
Speed "spread me cheeks against the door" Harris
Monday 3rd March 2008 12:30 PM
Hotel
Pizza Hut was indeed the plan last night. After lounging around for a little while listening to Pink Floyd and reminiscing about the last few days, we ventured down to the hotel bar for a couple o' beverages and to attempt the "wiffy" connection. Adrian "how can a hole be upside down?" Swift and I supped on our beers while Speed "I'm all sticky now" Harris spotted the remote control had been covered in plastic. Whilst we mused on why that might be, we also wondered whether we should go out for pizza or order it in. I was quite keen to get out of the hotel, as was Swifty. The others in our party were less than bothered about this, so we wandered outside. Lots of places, including Burger King, looked slightly shut. Pizza Hut however was a beacon in the night, and we hurriedly got inside and managed to order just before they shut the till for the night. Nicko "three flushes, two matches" McBrain Jnr had burst one of his many drumming-induced blisters, and was moaning all night about it (he also offered it around to people to have a feel, rather worryingly!). As I type now he is applying "New Skin" to it, a fabulous ointment which stinks to high heaven. I'm currently still coughing my head off due to Devil Bug, but it's not quite as bad as it once was.
We have a 2PM lobby call, so I'm off to the shower. Speed rang this room earlier on pretending to be a pizza delivery boy (who was also delivering something else much too dirty to be mentioned in these pages, dear reader) and poor young Nicko completely fell for it! Classic. Speed Harris' Pizza Delivery & ****** Emporium. Fantastic!
5:40 PM
Airport
We've just been ejected from an airport cafe, which is very rock and roll. I went and bought five cans of Coke from the shop across the way for less than the price of two in the cafe, which obviously irked the proprietors.
Rewinding to this morning, we all met in the lobby and went out to find some breakfast. We found the campest restaurant in the world (two different versions of "I Will Survive"...) and had a very very nice chicken curry. The results of said curry nearly caused the metal detector here at the airport to have a breakdown. Spectacular!
7:00 PM
Airport. Still.
We're all checked in and ready to fly - the flight is at 8:20. We've still got our guitars with us, and the nice lady at the check-in desk said we could take them onboard with us. This, we suppose, is likely to be a translation error. Guitars will probably go in the hold last as they did on the way here. Let's hope they survive as they did on the way here! My Dave Murray "Black Strat" copy should be all fixed when I get back to Blightly, courtesy of IT guy Kev (hero), so even if this one does become a Broken Guitar on the way home I'll still have a guitar for that all-important Dudley gig next Saturday. We're all looking forward to that, but we all still really wish we'd had a longer tour.
Thanks go to Firat "is in next street" San and Tunjay Neu, our promotors who made it all happen. Nice hotels, great advertising, filled venues, transport, good humour...what heroes. THANK YOU FIRAT and TUNJAY! See you in December...?!
Here then are all the nicknames we didn't use.
Adrian "sample my Turkish Delight?" Swift
Adrian "old man's salad" Swift
Dave "two beers" Hurry
Dave "bloggers block" Hurry
Dave "not hairy anymore" Hurry
Dave "shit thumbs" Hurry
Nicko "oh my God, it's the size of your thigh!" McBrain Jnr
Nicko "can I show you my...thing?" Jnr
Nicko "it's so big!" McBrain Jnr
Nicko "parsnips aplenty" McBrain Jnr
Speed "spread me cheeks against the door" Harris