Just Fuckin Drop It - 17/4/2009

I love Belgium !!
Superb party in a great venue. No chairs, just a big room and a bar. Perfect. Excellent sound system and perfect DJ booth with perfect monitors, perfect perfect perfect !

The whole journey was long and tiring, but you have to make your own fun when this happens - regularly updating Facebook with some random silly comments !

I left my blue house at 09:30 Friday morning to get the Metro (like a tram) to the airport, arriving at 10:15, quick check in, Burger King, Nuts magazine and a bottle of Magners Cider (perfect breakfast).

Flight to London Heathrow at 12:00, glass of wine and a wee snooze.

I had an hour to wait here for the coach to Gatwick airport. No pub, so I bought a little bottle of wine from Marks & Spencers and sat and observed some elbows.

14:10 and the coach pulled in at the bus stop. It had GATWICK on the front, but was a different number than I had on my ticket (£20 it cost!!), so I asked the driver "is this the 14:10 to Gatwick", the crafty cockney replied "Im going to Gatwick but your not getting on it". "What you on aboot, Ive got a ticket" I said. The cockney twat said "What time does your ticket say you get to Gatwick?" "15:15" was my reply. "I don't get to Gatwick till 6:30" the cockney wanker replied. "So is this not the 14:10 bus then" I politely asked. "What does it say on your ticket?" the cockny cunt retorted. "Fuck sake, all I want to know if this is the reet bus, fuck off and eat your jellied eels, twat". Ignorant wide boy tosser !

10 minutes later, the correct coach arrived. Took a seat next to the jobby engine (toilet) at the back. 5 minutes later I could hear what I sounded like 2 people swapping spit (kissing) behind me, sloppy noises and a couple of moans. I didn't want to turn around and have a look, so I went into the netty (toilet). Turned out it was a young fat boy chewing on toffee's. They must of been nice. Whilst standing having a wee in the toilet, the bus suddenly braked and I fell thru the toilet door almost exposing little Frank Spencer to the young boy and his grandparents behind him.

90 minutes later and we are still not at Gatwick. Eventually arriving at Terminal South (instead of North), the bus terminated, grr, so I had to run to get a little train to Terminal North. grr, my sore blue feet. Met the ever grinning Deathmachine, check-in and a quick pint before boarding the flight to Brussels.

45 minute flight, with no free food or booze !! So had another wee power nap.

Finally arriving in Brussels after 10 hours was nice relief. Greated by Femke (organiser), we had a drink the bar before I:Gor arrived. Then we all went for a nice meal (mixed grill, yum yum) before going to the party.

Party was in a great venue. Big room with a bar and no seats! Perfect. Speedfreak didn't make it because he was sick on the train and had to go back to Germany halfway thru his journey. Get well soon brother !

Party was great, lots of fun and lots of nice friendly people. Sound system was bang on, but had to be turned down a few times as the police were outside. Superb monitors, so mixing was perfect ! Excellet sets from Igneoen System, I:Gor & Deathmachine.

Hotel & sleep time around 5:30.

14:0 pick up, back to Brussels airport. Pizza and a large Stella that was hard work to drink!

Flight to Heathrow (sandwich & wine), through 4 security checks (!), buy magazines, sandwich, pasty and head to the bar, where I have a 4 hour wait for the flight back to Newcastle.

Cheeky glass of wine on the flight back, sleep, eventually getting back to my blue house at 22:45. Bowel of soup, then sleep. Yay !

Thanks & respects to Femke for a great party and all the cool friendly people at the party & backstage. Wish you great success for the future !