23.04.2010 - 10.05.2010
Yo, time to catch up i’ll make it as brief as possible... since we last met been into Barcelona but as usual our timing was awry, Sunday and not much open. Done the Nou Camp tour – bit of a rip but interesting to be pitchside and worth it if only for the sight of 8 Irishmen (4 wearing Guiness t-shirts) trying to get themselves organised for an official photo in the press room – where they get the reputation from i’ll never know, comedy gold. Sailed from Barca to Genoa on the Ship of Lost Souls, what a depressing experience – 40 folk on board most of them hairy arsed truckers and again nowt open. Arrived in Shitaly to discover Faye had left her brain on the boat – she greeted the 1st 2 Italians with “Hola” (1 of them a scary looking customs mush) and then went to pay the woman at the toll with the window still up.
Camped NW of Milan at Lake Maggiore somehow ending up on Hadrians Camp, stayed 1 night then fled to Bergamo Airport for Faye to pick her Mam up and me to travel to Berlin (had a fantastic time great to see the lads). Found myself in Milan city centre Monday gone, a complete paranoid, gibbering wreck. Spent 1 night in luxury (Fayes rented apartment) then on to Lake Iseo NE of Milan. Beautiful location but dogshit weather and to compound matters I spent the night in the tent as Sandra was still here. Lightning by your tent door and paranoia are not a good mix, bagging myself.
Moved on to the West coast and the weather improved markedly, have done beach and pool. Alas i have approx 9 golf ball sized mozzy bites (including 1 bafflingly on my arsecheek) i am the boy in the bubble. As we speak we are camped on Lake Bracciano North of Rome where we are heading tomorrow – When in Rome... All roads lead to... Woger the Wapist .. etc. CG
Ps if you get the chance have a listen to Delphics album Acolyte – the future of dance is here.
As usual Clag has summed everything up very well and with much humour so I needn’t say much more.....shock horror I know.
Had fabulous time when Chris was away (not that I don’t enjoy my time with him of course) – thanks much to Mum and Claire for a brilliant time.
Claggy may have been a paranoid wreck in the tent through a torrential thunder storm but I had to contend with spending the night with my Mother (I love you Mam!) in the van with her looking out of the blinds every 2 minutes to check if Clag, the tent or his flip flops had floated away! Massive contrast to the 5 previous nights sleeping in a proper bed in an apartment in Milan.
Anyway, love to you all, can’t wait to see some of you in 2 weeks time, YIPPEE YAY! FG