I honestly dont know what to say about Ludwigsfelde.

I had a perfectly normal, nice evening until shortly after the gig when I lent my King-Hat to Jurgen (the club organizer guy). He said he wanted to show his gratitude to Tony The Vicar. And this he certainly did!

From that point things got out of control pretty fast.



If you want to experience Jurgens gratitude, cut out Tonys face and put in your own.

Ulrik went missing rather early, we understood later that he had tried to get into the nudist pool next to the club. It took him six tries to sneak in. He finally made it together with two german guys who came to the Märvel show and four girls from Edinburough who they met at another bar where they took a beer break after try number 5. Anne, Jennifer, Gemma and Unni are backpacking through Germany doing reasearch on all the Hansa-cities (!). Ulrik says hi!

If I remember correctly, it was about five in the morning when Ulrik and the crew got in so the place was completely deserted. The pool was covered and all of them were pretty tired. Ulrik left a couple of Märvel Aviator picks on a deckchair just to proove he got in and then they left.

Apperently Cowboy hats is a big thing in Leudwigsfelde. Theese three were found after the N.V.A club closed:
 
 












 

Call Jurgen if you are missing a hat.


The rest is as they say history.

A girl named Connie was nice enough to fix us breakfast, finally breaking the yellow food streak. I give you........

PINK FOOD!




Next stop Rostock for the last show. The scottish girls says thats a real Hansa city!

/// John