Friday 15th October 1999

Awoke 9.30am with a banging headache. I think that before the gang left my room they collected a large pile of gorilla shit and deposited it in my mouth before superglueing my eyes together. Left work at about 6.30pm and headed into Ulm to "Murphys" to drink Guiness. I went down there with Mark and Richard, a couple of Brit contractors I'd met the night before. We arrived at about 7pm but I had to dash out briefly at 8pm to collect Ryan Larkin [ mad Texan ] from the Ulm Hauptbahnhof. I dragged him off the train and back to Murphys where I had another Guiness and Ryan got started on the "Jack and Cokes". After that Guiness I had to return once more to the station to get Jason. Due to the usual Germanic efficiency the cat arrived bang on time and before you know it we were back in Murphys chugging Guinness. After a few more beers Ryan persuaded me to drink JD and Cokes, so I was drinking them at the same time as my Guiness. Jazmund then kicked off on the Vodka Red Bulls, so I thought I'd have one of them too. At one pint I had half a pint of Guiness, half a JD and coke, a Vodka Red Bull and blurry vision on the bar in front of me.

We stumbled out of Murphys and headed for a club called Yellow. As is normal in these sort of situations we all got seperated. Ryan made it into the club, Jaz and I regrouped somewhere then headed for the club but were told by a big meaty bouncer that we weren't going in. At least I think that's what he said. Jaz and I wandered off in search of Ryan [ at this point we didn't know he was inside ] but couldn't find him. We headed for the Puffa bar to await the "Jesus H Herr Steele where the god-damned hell are you, you crazy mother" in a texas stylee, phone call. It arrived [ the phone call ] just as we were approaching the Puffa bar. It was Herr Larkin telling us to "Get the hell back here man, I'm in the club". So we got in a taxi, went back to the club, and the bouncer told us to sod off again. So I waited for Ryan to call, he did, I told him what had happened and so he left. We didn't just leave though, ohhhhhh no. That isn't Ryans style at all! We of course had to leave whilst Ryan was using his acquired German swear words and insults to the best of his ability. The bouncers didn't seem overly impressed with his German so we all left to get a cab.

The cab home was amusing in that we had to stop to get foor, courtesy of McDonalds and wine courtesy of Esso.

Got home, slept.

Saturday 16th October 1999

Awoke at undetermined time with a banging headache. Opened the wine we had bought the night before, smoked a couple of cigarettes, felt wonderful'ish.

Today was the day that the three of us were heading for Munich [ or Munchen if you prefer ]. So we finished the wine, hopped in a cab and headed for the train station. On the train it appeared [ after we were nicked by the guard ] that the only legitimate passenger in our posse was Jaz, Ryan and I both had to pay supplements.

So we arrived in Munich at about 3pm and checked into a hotel [whose name I wont mention]. The hotel foolishly asked for neither passports nor credit cards, so we payed cash and took possession of our room. We were on the thirteenth floor and had an absolutely incredible view out over Munich. I can't really tell you what we could see as I know Munich about as well as I know Sydney. But it was still impressive.

We did a bit of damage to the mini-bar and went out to the Ostbahnhof region which is supposed to be pretty good. We had lunch and beers in a traditional German boozer, I went for some sort of a pasta dish [ not very traditional ], Ryan had wiener schnitzel [ verrr Bavarian ] and I dunno what Jaz had. Anyway, more beers then off to a typical German bar named Outbackers or something. Couldn't understand it myself but it was full of Oz's and Kiwis.

The three of us sat at the bar and told the bar staff in no uncertain terms that we wanted to leave this bar utterly plastered and to bring on some bast*rd strong drinks and don't stop.

I recall [ vaguely ] drinking at least three cocktails that were on fire, one of which I swear to god you shouldn't have been able to set fire to. I also recall drinking a slush puppy topped up with rum which the bar staff kept topping up as we drank them. [ The next morning I found drinks receipts for 300 DM in my pocket ] which is pretty impressive for 3 people.

We left the bar at an unknown time, but I think it was dark [ Jaz, Ryan can you help me out here? ]. Ryan says that we got a taxi from here to the club Babylon, but I can't remember that bit myself. Then what happened after we got there is a mystery. I remember being in the club trying to find Ryan and Jaz, but failing miserably. So I left and being utterly useless wandered the streets of Ostbahnhof asking people for directions to the station and wandering off in utterly the wrong direction. I eventually found the station, caught the tube back to the hotel, climbed into bed and slept.

Jaz was next back and claims that I got up to let him in, but I don't remember this. Ryan came back last and Jaz got up to let him in, which I don't remember either. What I do remember is Ryan waking me up and telling me we had to go out and have more fun, which we did, which is a blur but I remember we got drinks, drank them and left without paying.

Went home at about 5.30am, slept.

Sunday 17th October 1999

Jaz [ the eeeeeejit ] woke everyone up at 8.30am and told us of his exploits the night before. It seems that in between us getting out of the taxi and getting into the club, Jaz had been picked up by the bizzies. How? we dunno, When? not the faintest do we have, Why? Your guess is as good as mine and all that.

Anyway, they took him down to the cop shop and fortunately Herr Howarth was on his best behaviour. Apparently [ and you must remember that J was as drunk as me so this is all a little blurry ] they asked him his name, which they were unable to understand due to slight differences in German pissed speak and English pissed speak. J-man eventually had to write it down for them. Next they asked him where he lived, "Milan" came the reply. I think this was all getting a bit much for the Rozzers, a pissed englisman in Munich claiming to live in Milan, so they hurled him into an interview room.

When they next spoke to him Jason calmly asked "Why have I been arrested". "You have not been arrested" came the reply. "Then why am I here" was of course a most logical question. This is sadly where Jason gets a little blurry and we never did work it out. Eventually they tired of toying with him and gave him a lift back to either the hotel or the club. Can't remember which.

The three of us have kinda reached a theory that he was either staggering and picked up for being drunk/disorderly or he was urinating in a public place. We think he didn't get done because it'd be a terrible amount of paperwork.

Anyway, cast your mind back to the three of us in the hotel bedroom.

We proceeded to empty the rest of the mini bar and watch all the filth. Herr Larkin did an Arch and splagged in the bathroom. We left the hotel after running up the video bill and crept out of the front door making a dash for freedom.

It's my belief that one should always try and visit an Irish bar in every city you go into. So we trapsed around Munich in random directions passing more sex shops than you could visit in a week, but sadly not a single Irish bar did we come across. Admittedly we only wandered for about an hour, until we found ourselves back at the station within sight of a boozer. So in we go, drink beer [ well me and Jaz do, Mr Larkin just leans on the bar and looks ill ] until it's time to leave.

Myself and Ryan jump on our train at 5.30pm and I'm back in Ulm for about 6.30pm and tucked up in bed by about 7.15pm. At about this time Jaz would be getting on his flight to Milan. heheheheheheh unlucky fella.

Monday 18th October -> Thursday 21st October 1999

Work, sauna, sleep, work, buy frozen pizza, realise I only have a microwave, eat microwaved pizza [ don't do it kids, it sucks ], sauna, sleep, work, eat pringles, sauna, sleep.