Liam Howe's Diary. Liam Howe. Last night we played Macclesfield, a depressing warm up gig. The gig was shite, our gear spazzed up and post gig Dave and I had a trial barny in preparation for 5 weeks of inescapable proximity. Today is a travel day and luckily Dave has found the travel sweets left by Coldplay.
They taste of nothing at all, much like the dry Dutch sandwiches. Moustachioed Euro truckers leave truck-sized smells in motorway service stations. We have adopted a glazed look already. Somehow even with so much time on your hands you seem to achieve very little through the day. I have brought 6 books and hope to read at least one of them. Friday 16 March, Dresden is bleak. A big sports hall, loads of local crew with porno perms, and a gaggle of Euro-goths moping around the front gates.
Went shopping but quickly realised that army navy stores here are meeting places for right wing extremists. Counter-culture my arse beard. Hate the whole world of cannabis. If only it were more toxic. More technical spasms. Saturday 17 March, Offenbach. Arrive at the venue and walk for several miles in search of civilisation.
The highlight of the day is the evening meal. Duck breast with plum and cinnamon sauce. The catering is quite awesome. Have a glass of Tuscan wine with the meal and proceed to seek out as much wine as possible during the remainder of the night.
The show is sound and my MS10 behaves. After the show another micro disco ensues in the Placebo room. Have another row with the band over absolutely nothing at all and skulk off to my coffin wishing I were with my beautiful wife at home being apart makes me very sad even though it has only been a couple of days. Sunday 18 March, Arrive in Dusseldorf hungover and miserable.
