DAY SEVEN : BOLOGNA

Theatre Medica Palace : Cerise
Today was eventful, to say the least. The band and crew coach stopped off at a fabby seafood restaurant just outside of Bologna for lunch, where they throw whole peanuts onto the table, for everyone to munch in between courses! Troy thought that they'd come along with the sauce next, and pour it over everyone's heads...

Meanwhile, Cerise and Alan in the merchandise van weren't having such a good time, after a minor skirmish with a tollbooth barrier!

The gig was in a cinema / theatre run by a large interfering git in a DJ and overcoat who constantly barked orders at his staff. He even wanted us to stick up T-shirts on the front of the merchandise flight cases because they looked untidy! We started to get a little peeved when he got one of them to walk around the foyer, spraying an aerosol behind him. They're obviously not used to Rock 'n' Roll there...

During the show, Troy was in full flood on the Uillean pipes when one of the pipes dropped off and clattered to the floor, accompanied by a fantastically bum note. Midge laughed so hard he was crying, and couldn't continue singing. Every time he tried to come to the mike he burst out laughing again, to much applause from the crowd. Meanwhile Berenice was having kittens, thinking that the reason was that his voice had gone, and by the end of the show had devised a complete getaway plan!!!

Have you heard about the agoraphobic skin head who shouts, "Oi, you, inside!"?????