VIDEO: Last Exit To Serbia! (2007)

In the summer of 2007, myself and Stanley "Stan" Stanrydt, two grown men with the mentality of 13 year olds, set out on an epic journey across the heart of Europe in search of music, beer, broads and a decent sausage. In a Mazda sportscar we christened 'Traci Lords' (she was underage but could still squeeze us both in), we shot through France, Belgium, Luxembourg, Germany, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Slovenia and Croatia in order to arrive in Novi Sad, Serbia, for the rather epic Exit Music Festival, held in an ancient fort on the Danube river. There we watched the likes of the Beastie Boys and many other bands that I vaguely don't remember. After four days of drunken debauchery, we sobered up and decided to take the long way round back to the UK. So we went to Sarajevo and Mostar in Bosnia and Herzegovina, Dubrovnik…

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Day 113: Odyssey-a-go-go!

23.04.09: A day which, upon reflection, was as perfect an ‘Odyssey' day as I can imagine. I arrived in Brussels in the wee small hours, just in time to catch the first train to Luxembourg. Do you want me to tell you something interesting about Brussels? Well bah! I'm not going to, I can't, there isn't anything. But my inter-rail pass kicked into gear and I plan to spend what it cost in the first 48 hours. As the greatest man ever once said, Time Is Relative, that is, time runs at different speeds for different people (usually depending on the force of gravity, but bear with me). Time for me has now slowed down to a crawl. Getting just a few hours of sleep a day will do that to you. The days seem endless and night is just an obstacle to be overcome, there…

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Day 110: Homeward Bound

20.04.09: I didn't sleep last night either. Beginning to see Tyler Durdun. But then I did watch Ocean's Thirteen yesterday. The lack of sleep has not helped my general disposition. I do have to take my YouTube vids down, I've got no choice in the matter. Sorry. The option is a one way ticket to Palookaville, and I've already been stuck there for six weeks AND I DIDN'T LIKE IT. I'll throw up some footage of Stan and I being manic and hilarious around Europe last year instead. At least I own that mini masterpiece. So not a good start to the day. Compounded by the fact that I rose at 6am ready to get off the ship (we docked in Rotterdam at 5:45am) and found myself pacing up and down on deck until the shipping agent finally rocked up about 8.30am. Missing my 8.50am train…

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