
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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it turns out marching down the street naked but your Eb Bass strapped round you playing to the best of your none too sober ability "Stand by me" whilst a drummer and another bassist march with you, also naked singing and throwing in the odd notes, doesn't go down too well with the Italian police.
spending a night in a cell with two of your then naked friends also doesn't count as a great holiday, HOWEVER, being given the uniforms people are given if they're spending a longer while in the cells than anticipated to walk back to the place you were staying is a lot of fun.
I still remember the people trying to stop us in the street for "escaping prison" in Italian obviously.
( , Tue 26 Apr 2005, 11:57, Reply)
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