One time my cousins invited me on a "booze cruise" - everyone at the local pub club together and hire a bus and drive out to Dover, and get on a ferry and go over to Calais, buy a ton of booze, then travel to Belgium for the lols, then drive back.
Well that was the plan.
But these fucking boozy arseholes, acting like proper dicks on the bus going down there... smoking when they weren't supposed to, shouting abuse at the driver, and just generally being miscreants....
.... so we get to Calais, load up the bus with tons of wine and beer and it's party time, on to Belgium!!!!
We get there and have a few hours to kill, so we figured we'd walk around the town we were in. Fuck knows what it was called, I was 16 and was green behind the ears and the balls.
We eat some chips, have a laugh on the streets. My cousin buys an E from some dude on the street, and his girlfriend is super pissed and doesn't want him to take it. But he does anyway.
Then we get back to the bus.... or I should say, where the bus was. But it had disappeared. Proper Bill Cosby Ghost Dad levels of disappearance.
So after some Nokia 5110 phone calls.... turns out the bus driver was so pissed off with everyone, he just bailed. Left the entire bus contigent in Belgium and fucked off back to the UK!!
We ended up having to get a hovercraft from Belgium back to Southampton, and then a £200 taxi from Southampton to Nuneaton, arriving at 6am or something ridiculous like that.
3 weeks later, all the beer I bought was delivered by someone from the bus company with a sneer.
hash tag... the Midlands....
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Gig was a pain in the arse due to a certain Swedish band on before us who messed with our preset up gear. I ended up up being dragged of their guitarist before I did some damage 1/4 of an hour before we went on.
Having decided that was my last gig and being noticeably pissed off the MC for the festival took me out a drink after the show and there was my introduction to the wonderful world of Belgian beers. I finally bowed out of the ongoing session sometime well into the next morning, couldn't find the hotel and having eventually done so discovered that everyone had gone. I made my way, hungover but happy back to the UK and was glad never to work with that particular act again.
Still makes me laugh...