Going back home was … depressing. The only thing to cheer us up was the amazing breakfast we had at Stansted Airport: Strawberry/Orange-juice and cocoa for me, and, believe it or not, a Carrots & Coriander - Soup for The Sis. Oh, and we had quite a laugh at the NMEs interview with The Mighty Boosh (‘Are we now under a table?’). Another goodie could ( Read more... )

Due to the lack of public transport in Italy, we had to get up at 6 am to catch our flight to London. The Mighty Cri drove us to the station, and this was the hardest thing on this whole journey: Saying goodbye. I’m about to cry, trying not to appear to depressed because honestly, it’s hard enough as it is.

After a flight with the overly ( Read more... )

Sunday, March 4th

We got woken up by the conductor in Vienna, went to M. and even bought bread for breakfast before we fell onto the couch respectively the inflatable guest mattress (which turned out to be broken when we got up again … I didn’t do it, I swear!). We had a wonderful breakfast, and I spent the rest of the day lying on the couch, ( Read more... )

Provided with a detailed timetable (as I was scared to be too tired out or drunk at some point of our journey to remember when we had to be where), medication for about 40 euros (I started the week with a sore throat and sniffles, so my doc provided me with antibiotics because ‘I don’t want you to miss any of the fun. I envy you!’), 4 packets of ( Read more... )

The whole idea started rather 'normal' for someone who loves going to gigs: The Cooper Temple Clause were playing Vienna on a Sunday and Milan on a Monday, we have friends here and there that are part of Team Cooper and therefore as crazy as we are - so why don't we meet up in Vienna, go to the gig, take the plane to Milan and enjoy them for a ( Read more... )