Another couple dates and another crazy mix up of foreign larger.
We got to the services and Adam was all about the bargain food.
We got on the bus and waited for Mike for 20 minutes, Billy eventually found him playing his favorite game again.
When we got to London I tuned into some pirate radio stations and found this. We sent messages in to the DJ from Uncle Daddy and he read them out, it was very funny.
After 5 hours we found the dome we were playing in, we still had no idea how to get to the venue and it took another 30 minutes.
Eventually we got in through the security gates.
Adam hitched a ride.
When we got in they gave us some jugs of beer.
And DJ Killer Tomato had a load of chicken.
Then we all went upstairs and a tray with loads of food arrived.
There is nothing like a spread.
We went on stage and they had lights.
It was a bowling ally as well as a venue and they had big TVs with us on for the bowlers, lucky them.
We had a rave.
Adam did all the raps in the right place.
Mysti pulled people onto the stage and we had a massive conga chain.
And it all got a bit mental.
Someone had brought a really small T shirt for us to sign.
Then we went out to meet the ravers.
It was like a stag do, infact there was a stag do there somewhere.
This guys was coming up off pukkas.
There were some familiar faces in the crowd.
And in the end it was time to go, they sent us out with the trash.
Past the giant blob monsters and the entrance for the Take That concert.
We had managed to get away early and drove through the center of London on the way out.
We stopped of at the services on the way home and Killer Tomato warmed up a pastie while Mystical destroyed a Costa Coffee by accident.
Nice one London.
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