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" i’m writing this in my notepad on the plane home after and amazing and eventful trip to Budapest, Hungary.
Day 1
My parent (who I live with) were on holiday the week leading up to my flight to see the toy dolls, so I woke up in the morning with a house that resembled Baghdad on a bad day, a bag to pack, things to buy for the trip and a bit of a hangover. Shit. My lift to London is leaving at 3pm. Bollocks.
Amazingly I had managed to blag a free lift from Newcastle to London (well somewhere close to London anyway) from a friend who was driving down there to do some work, his company picked up the bill! My flight out to Budapest was from London Luton airport (the London airport which is 30 miles away from London) not Newcastle which was a bit of a bastard but if gave me a chance to crash at my mates house in London and have a few beers with him.
I was dropped off near the M1 in Northampton (f***ing miles away from my mates house in Harlow. I set about getting the train into central London to catch 2 different tube underground trains and then another train to Harlow, hmm this is going to be fun.. (anyone who has travelled on the underground will understand how much of a maze it is!)
Now follows a lesson in how to mess everything up the suckerpunch way. I arrived in London Euston station central London about an hour after leaving Northampton (don’t ask how the driver must have realised I was on and decided to take his time...) anyways I got to Euston fine and realised I needed to be at a different station, Liverpool street, so I caught the tube 1 stop to Moorgate then changed onto a tube to Liverpool street station, champion, not a balls up in sight. I hopped on a train on the Stanstead line that serves Harlow and sat back and relaxed.
I started to get a little confused when the train started to go straight through stations without stopping, a light bulb suddenly lit up above my head then a crash of thunder suddenly followed as I read the words Stanstead express, it’s a bleedin direct train! I almost made it without a hitch which just wouldn’t be right! So im miles away from my mates house, to late to catch any more trains or busses, it’s a Ł29 taxi job coupled with the Ł21 for the train journeys my free trip has turned into a Ł50 stinger!!
I eventually got to my mates house totally exhausted (6 hour drive + 4 hours train = sleepy suckerpunch)
So I decided to cut my losses and snuggle up on his rock hard floor
Day 2
I woke up the next day a bit stiff (what’s new I hear you say). I decided to fix his computer and catch up with you lot on ere. I checked my Budapest thread in the idle gossip section (head over there to see how it unfolded in real life!) I saw that rocco had been in touch with the booking agency and it was sold out, this is strange, when I emailed them a month ago about it they said it WAS NOT possible to book/reserve tickets (their words not mine) they said that the would “keep me one as I was coming from abroad” fear started to set in, I frantically sent an e-mail to every address I could find belonging to the venue and tried not to go into cardiac arrest. I hopped in the bath to try and relax (although I was tempted to take the toaster in with me at this point). It was starting to get late so we decided to go out and sample the essex night life, at last orders we concluded that there was no such thing and went back home for an early night before my flight tomorrow, still no reply from the venue.
It turned out to be a not so early night as we had to wait for the random French girl we were drinking with to get picked up. Anyways enough of that lets get back on track…
Day 3
I woke up bear early today I had a lift to Luton airport arranged which took away a bit of the stress. I quickly jumped on the computer for a swift e-mail check before the journey. There it was. In my inbox a message from A38 the venue, I opened it and guess what… SOLD OUT, NO TICKET RESERVED I ran straight to the toilet and gave birth to a couple of kittens.
Well it’s all booked so I might as well go for the trip even if the gig is sold out… (I cant describe how sad and unlucky I felt telling myself that)
The flight over there was suspiciously un-eventful, I was expecting to p[ay about 5000 HUF for a taxi into central Budapest where I was staying with my Hungarian friends from kiskunhalas (she used to live here in England for a year as part of a work placement scheme). I spotted a desk saying “minibus” I thought sod it I’ll see what they say, 2100 HUF for the same journey, re-f**king-sult, at last could this be my luck changing? Surely not?
I met up with my friend(s) we were staying at her aunts house, it was a beautiful flat in the middle of Budapest, walking distance from the venue and her aunt was on holiday to boot so we had the place to ourselves. Result.
I’m still panicking immensely, sold out gig + no ticket = bad karma. I called the venue (twice) just to have my worst fears confirmed, it was sold out and they had no record of my reservation, bugger.
I discovered Hungarian McChicken nuggets have a completely different coating to English ones, most fascinating.
We set off for the venue anyway (my friends could not come to the gig with me it was too expensive for them) in hope of finding a ticket tout or someone with a spare ticket, something I’m really not a fan of but desperate times call for desperate measures. I arrived at A38 a boat on the Danube River which looked great, my heart was sinking rapidly as there was nobody around that looked like they might be selling tickets. Toy dolls songs were playing I’m my head and I was trying to stop thinking about it as much as possible, after waiting 21 years to see the toy dolls (well maybe about 1Cool I was finally gonna miss them when I’m standing outside a club where they are playing…
I Glanced through the door of the venue and recognised at baldy nut, it was the one belonging to dave of course! Result. After plucking up the courage to talk to him I dived inside and explained my disasterous situation, shaking like a leave, he calmly said “oh I’ll put you on the guest list” RESULT I nearly fainted! I couldn’t believe my own ears, if I’d had a trumpet on me I would have blown it so loud everyone on this forum would have herd it! Luckily for Dave I didn’t have one. So Dave if you are reading this I OWE YOU ONE BIG STYLE you are a saviour and a saint, top guy!
My friends had been wanting me to try Hungarian beer so we wandered off to a pub with the biggest smile my face has ever seen! I wandered back to the venue by myself wondering what lies ahead…
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