SAUSAGE DOG

So this is it, Summer 2008, the summer of sausage dog. All will be revealed as the weeks pass, but Spring Break 2007 will not come close to the year of the SAUSAGE DOG.

The weekend just gone was pure wastemans. Not on the upper echelon scales of last summer where towards the end I expected at least one death. But, as a mere taster for the up coming summer months of wastery we did pretty good. Met Gaz and Keg at the station at about 10.00amish. They were supposed to text me when they landed but Keg forgot or wasn't told by Gaz, so they called me and I got up pretty quick from my bed in the Smoke suite at work and razzed down there on the velocipeed. I took the guys back to my work, unmade my work bed, hired them fools some bikes and off we shot to my flat. The rest of the day consisted of drinking by the Van Gogh museum, showing Keg some sluts, standing in a shop doorway for half hour awaiting the heavens to close, drinking excessive amounts of beer at various points and getting Gaz stoned which eventually led to him falling asleep around 12.00am outside a bar in the Jordaan. We woke him up after sticing various things in his body and I took them to Cafe Nol, which is the crazy Dutch bar that only plays Traditional Dutch songs. Gaz was destroyed by the weed though, so we missioned it home on the bikes and and made it back safely in one piece. The ringing the bell at hot girls got some major useage on the ride home.





Sunday we sat in the park all day and utilized the soon to be illegal mushrooms. Our day was far too awesome for us/boring for the reader and almost impossible to translate into text.

Monday I worked all day and met the guys after work at 7.00pm at my work. We headed for Bitterzoet to get some food and to get tickets for the Annihilation Time gig that was taking place that evening. We had some traditional Dutch food called a Stampot, which is basically mashed potatoes, veg and gravy. We watched the first half of the Netherlands vs Italy Euro 2008 game outside an Italian restaurant which was hilarious as it was filled out with Dutch who were just as piss taking as I know the English to be. Constant chants of "momma mia", "Eeeh Foccaci" and "mario" (by us) was all met with in good spirits by the waiting staff. 2-0 up at half time and as England were out this year, my temporary country of residence gets my backing for the tournament.

We decided to watch the second half of the gig in the venue where the gig was to be held as they were showing it on the big screen and the place was filled up with about 100 pissed up Dutch punks all shouting and jeering the Italians. The second the game was over and after some light Trad Dutch songs Vitamin X came on and blasted through a 20 minute set that was pretty fucking sweet. They were nothing on Annihilation time though. I head banged so hard that my neck still hurts today and also lost the St Christophers that my Mum gave me before I went to Thailand which I was and still am really upset about as that had been round the world with me. I also ripped my favorite pair of jeans but who cares, its all PUNK innit. We headed back to mine yet again pissed up on the bikes and I went straight to sleep. I said goodbye to the guys this evening and I am pretty sure they had an awesome time. I can't wait to get back to England for the summer and begin Sausage Doggery 2008. I also have some massive news from today, but I'll save that for a blog tomorrow.