Self Preservation Society Tour...... Sitrep
The dawning of day 13 saw 'messers' Mills and Parker in Marcon Town Center, attending the towns annual music festival. Stages are set up all over the streets and bands are playing all kinds of music. It was a case of 'the good', 'the bad' and 'the ugly' in the quality of bands, but we settled in front of a gazebo with 'Fat Eric and the Tone Deaf's' (real nam uknown), who were superb and went on for hours.
We ended up in a nightclub, which is situated right next to the campsite and then showed the youth of Macon how to dance. I started with the 'mad woman's shite' dance and Parker Jon followed up with a blast of the 'Epilepsy waltz'. We threw ourselves out of the club at about four in the morning and left the bemused patrons with a deeper understanding of the dancing qualities of the English.
3 hours sleep lead to an early start to head the rest of the way to St Etienne, but first we had a successful,covert, meeting with Some lads in order to obtain a match ticket for Parker Jon.
I became man down at this point and left Parker Jon to do the driving. I lay down in the back as he did what felt like laps of brands hatch, throwing me all over the place and hitting the horn as we shot passed cars full of England fans or single women.
We had regular 'sitreps' coming to us from Villa who was already in St Etienne, so we headed for the fan camp there. we successfully blagged the guy manning the campsite gate, to the point where he was that confused that he only charged us for one night instead of two and then gave us half of that money back in change.... Result.
Headed into town and England fans were starting to gather in numbers. Flags everywhere, singing, drinking and partying. Some local lads tried to start a break dancing competition, but it ended quite quickly when one English lad, ran into the circle, dived headfirst with his arms pinned at his side and smashed himself face first into the concrete....and was immediately voted the winner by all watching.
13 days of non stop drinking had finally caught up with me and I was in bits and each mouthful of beer tasted like a warm cup of sick. I retired back to the van for what turned out to be a 13 hours solid sleep only being woken when my bladder was forcing its way through my nose and ears.
Parker Jon and villa watched the France game and when villa decided he'd had enough, he attempted to vault a small barrier to get to his van.... the ensuing disaster was still being talked about this morning when I woke up
Slovakia later today