A few, one pre season in Amsterdam a few of us dropped a trip, smoked copious amounts and drank heavily. Problem, we had nowhere to kip, so we'd given our bags to a mate to mind in his hotel.
We decided it would be very sensible to kip in the doorway of C&A's. We were woken by muggers, some Morrocan had a bowie knife at my throat, took about 20 gildas off me, more off my mates. We saw headlights approaching and thought it was the feds, they did too and ran off, so we went the opposite way, right into sector 7, a no go area, their sort of Toxteth.
We were half way through before we realised when some brother approached asking if I wanted any hashish, I told him I had some, he said 'show me', I fumbled in my pocket, found nothing and said 'Lewy's got it'. He looked at me, pulled out a huge blade and a puck and insisted I bought some. I kept telling him Lewy had it, he just kep saying 'Lewy? What is this Lewy?', then brushed past me.
I began to roll on the floor screaming he'd stabbed me, my mates shouting he hadn't, which he hadn't. My screams alerted the whole neighbourhood to our presence so we had to leg it out of there with lead legs.
We ended up at Amsterdam train station goods entrance, some wreck in a posh suit and mac was asleep on the ramp, so we decided to get our heads down there.
We were woken 20 minutes later to see two more brothers roll this guy taking his watch, wallet and other stuff, when they saw we were awake they flashed a couple of knives and said go to sleep. As soon as they went we were offski....
All of this happened, it wasn't a trip, but all the way through it we were completely off our faces. We'd drank this stuff called Bessen in the 3 musketeers, the scottish barman giving it to us free we actually fell off stools drinking it, mental gear.
This was the 2nd night of the tour and we hadn't even played yet.
Chaos, absolute chaos of a night. Hysterical afterwards because we had survived, god knows how but we did.
Blue mics, avoided them like the plague afterwards
