How many vans does it takes to cover an ass?
Good question. How many vans does it?? Chris' gig was kool. Although Tim and I were calling for an encore and will possibly be seeking remuneration for backing singer fees. I want money. Now! ... and its not just because Denmark is so fricking expensive. Never mind.
Last night was kool. After Chris gig. Nat Time me & co were dying for a slash. We staggered around central Copenhagen trying to find sowhere to pee! Thinking that of course the Danish utopian metro system would have a world class toilet. But no. It didn't. By this Time Riisager was suffering severe urinal blood poisoning and Natalie wanted a shield to protect her while she peed in the street. And then the ultimate question. How many vans does it take to cover an ass? My ass? Tims ass? or natalies ass? Multiple vans methinks. It wasnt going to be pretty.
Meanwhile after sitting crosslegged on the metro for a number of stops, we realised that we didn't have enough tickets so we had to try and blag and then miraculously all the tickets found there way into our hands. weird.
Before hand however, everyone needed to pee in the field next to the tube at Islands Brygge. Me and tim able to go quickly with the girls having to squat next to a tractor. Classy ladies! You know who you are!!
The English party in Amager was ok. Wasnt like the law but certain people got incredibly drunk!!
On the way home we were on the bus and some bastard Dane puked on the floor and it splattered on my shoes! Git. But we had to get off the night bus at 4:30 am because certain people - who shall remain nameless - had to "get some air" and had to stagger the next 3 bus stops. Meanwhile we needed a kebab! And had no money. However, little did I know that Danish cashpoints are closed between 2 - 6 am. How bloody stupid.
Although we did finally managed to get a kebab, with some random Danes calling my Frodo. Im going to take it as a compliment now. Elijah Wood hasnt done too badly.
The next sequences isvolved watching some "Danish TV", anti hangover tablets.. and the rest as they say is history.
I woke up this morning with 3 in my bed. Hmmm time to change the subject
On a more positive note, I had a run in with the British Embassy after Chrissy lost her passport. Stupid cow at the Embassy was so patronising.
I want her sacked.
Last night was kool. After Chris gig. Nat Time me & co were dying for a slash. We staggered around central Copenhagen trying to find sowhere to pee! Thinking that of course the Danish utopian metro system would have a world class toilet. But no. It didn't. By this Time Riisager was suffering severe urinal blood poisoning and Natalie wanted a shield to protect her while she peed in the street. And then the ultimate question. How many vans does it take to cover an ass? My ass? Tims ass? or natalies ass? Multiple vans methinks. It wasnt going to be pretty.
Meanwhile after sitting crosslegged on the metro for a number of stops, we realised that we didn't have enough tickets so we had to try and blag and then miraculously all the tickets found there way into our hands. weird.
Before hand however, everyone needed to pee in the field next to the tube at Islands Brygge. Me and tim able to go quickly with the girls having to squat next to a tractor. Classy ladies! You know who you are!!
The English party in Amager was ok. Wasnt like the law but certain people got incredibly drunk!!
On the way home we were on the bus and some bastard Dane puked on the floor and it splattered on my shoes! Git. But we had to get off the night bus at 4:30 am because certain people - who shall remain nameless - had to "get some air" and had to stagger the next 3 bus stops. Meanwhile we needed a kebab! And had no money. However, little did I know that Danish cashpoints are closed between 2 - 6 am. How bloody stupid.
Although we did finally managed to get a kebab, with some random Danes calling my Frodo. Im going to take it as a compliment now. Elijah Wood hasnt done too badly.
The next sequences isvolved watching some "Danish TV", anti hangover tablets.. and the rest as they say is history.
I woke up this morning with 3 in my bed. Hmmm time to change the subject
On a more positive note, I had a run in with the British Embassy after Chrissy lost her passport. Stupid cow at the Embassy was so patronising.
I want her sacked.
posted by David at 11:37 AM
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Get her sacked Dave.
Get her sacked.
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