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Well, yeap, I decided to play 25 shows in 5 weeks across 8 european countries recently, here's what my memory has decided to remember and give me the privelidge of spilling it out for you all....

Firstly, a warmed thankyou to the promoters and venues who had the guts to let me loose on their floorboards. It was a mighty fine blur of cheese, snow, and spilt tequila.

I started the tour in Berlin at White Trash, the American diner with a chinese ballroom vibe, playing a "one-man-band battle" with noisy kid JUNIOR DISORDER (who i would spend the next 3 weeks touring with), THE DAD HORSE EXPERIENCE (a stirring gospel old man),  and TWO TEARS (she of Beehive and the Baracudas), it was a messy night which kind of set the pace for the rest of the tour: mangled hangovers, minimal sleepovers, truckstop sausages, and beer on drip. So we headed west through Germany, Netherlands and into Belgium playing a swag of shows along the way- bomb festival (with DEAD ELVIS, BECKY LEE, MR.OCCHIO, amongst others), flipside, etc.. By the time we reached the Pits in Kortrijk (our 4th show) we were well on our way to a liver transplant and the show was steaming up to a raucous pace. It was good to be back in that little hole, and thanks must be given to Dries for the pre-show and post-show nosh (steak! eggs! bacon!). fucking good fodder. cheers. After that a bag of stupid things occurred, Junior Disorder had a little turkish fella mug him and vanish with his wallet, which ended in two drunken hours sitting in a downtown brussels police shop watching this little fat moustachi-oed copper laugh at us and tell us lies. The driver was mugged in liege, belgium also, for his mobile phone while he was wandering lost at 9am trying to find his sleeping place. 

The van decided to brake down in the middle of a huge aggressive snow storm on the highway somewhere between trier and brussels somewhere. We got to Munich about 2+1/5 weeks in to the tour to do the release show for our split 7", it was the worst show of the tour and actually cost us to play, so beware rock n rollers, those folk singing bavarian promoters are a dangerous unreliable breed. The haifischbar in Augsburg was a good show though, the night after munich, and put our mind at ease, with giant de-frosted burgers to fuel our musical veins, the place was a crazy little tiki bar kind of scene. My guitar was almost stolen at this show, but superman saved the day.

Im never going back to Trier, that was the strangest place i've ever encountered. But if you ever find yourself there, say hello to Teff and his leather pants for me, and give a go at doing an air-guitar battle along to Tina Turner's 80's hits with him.

The record release show in Annecy was unusual, as there were no damn records there (they were manufactured during the last days of the tour). Switzerland was swiss, great shows, but we managed to get ourselves caught into paying 25euros for a pizza each at Dominos.

From there i split with JUNIOR DISORDER and flew solo to play a wild cuba-libra fuelled show at FLOW in Valencia along with a freak named FELA BORBONE who builds his own guitar amps out of icecream containers. Great little club. The next day i ate a horse sandwich. Tasted strange. Then it was off to Portugal, a different kind of place, for my last 3 shows- Porto, Coimbra, Lisbon. The Coimbra show seemed to be in a hairdressing salon, the Porto show was on an old boat, and lisbon, well, my last show, i had GO-GO MIRELLE (Portugal's one and only go-go-girl) stick her g-stringed arse in my face attempting to do a strip tease along to my two-minute busted ragtime numbers (sorry mirelle), while the cow skin rug beneath me moved back and around making the drums slip and slide all across the dance floor. Never-the-less, it was an ok show, and some dutch guy with a leopard skin shirt and a mullet made for some visual entertainment afterwards. The night ended with me and the promoters breaking into a bakery for beer and custard tarts around 8am. Damn good. 

At the end of it all, flying the 20 hour flight back to Australia, one of the male malaysian stewards on the aeroplane tried to come on to me by complementing my "tiny, little brown moustache". I decided to hide in the toilets for a while.
well.... 25 shows later and the liver is like a piece of tomorrows leftover cold bacon sitting on the floor with some cat fur stuck to the top of it. thanks for all the good times. see you next time. the end.