EUROPE - BELGIUM, TREFPUNT

Mechanic, unable to find us, angry, eventually arrived last nite to assess the van. ‘You’ve got a weep of coolant coming out alright, but you’ve also got an oil leak. Probably have to remove [something technical I will never understand].’ Fanfuckingtastic. Heading to Europe now so no chance of a replacement. Apparently we can keep topping up the oil and coolant as we go along and pray that the weep/leaks don’t worsen. Looney Toons shit. 

Eurostar onto the mainland. All of us sound ill already. Simon, not awake, writing something, asks how to spell ‘Britain’. S-H-I-T, mate. We’re about to be back on the beautiful continent and I can taste the biers already.

Decent show in picturesque Ghent. Went down the street after to a troll bar where people looked at us strange. Buddy, you’re the one hanging out on a Tuesday nite with a disturbing variety of highly detailed trolls, I’m just here for a postshow beverage. 

Despite 3 hours sleep the nite previous, 2 hefty mac n cheese riders, many beers, and a sweaty show, sleep evades me. Doesn’t help that there is a symphony of snores and farts going on in this living room. Another nite with the Arsehole Orchestra. Need to score some hash. As with last EU tour, we weren’t checked beyond ‘Do you have any drugs?’ as we crossed over. Fought the urge to answer ‘No, have you got any numbers?’