May 14 2003
First cancelled show of the tour! The Bristol promoters got freaked by having only 5 pre-sales. So we went to the grocery and the boys discovered how cheaply one can live on baguettes and hummus. I established my favorite meal for the remainder of tour: The Muller lite vanilla yogurt (sadly, not available in the states) and the apple. My fucked up guts were very happy this meal and it resulted in negligible amounts of noxious gas. Jeff, of course, began his freakish consumption of candy bars. I wish I’d kept count of his daily intake, I really wish I did. I'd also love to have monitored his blood sugar flucatuations. Jeezus.
After a picnic in the Safeway parking lot, we went to some castles and eventually drove to Bath. Ian, a local DJ, was kind enough to host us in his tiny flat and all 10 of us moved in. After a night of eating, drinking, and hacking coughs in town (many were still sick), we cruised back to Ian’s. I slept on the kitchen floor between the trash and the cat food to avoid the smoke den. I'm sorry to say I missed the viewing of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls.
May 15 2003
After a night of fever and labored breathing, I woke up convinced I had pneumonia. Paul was kind enough to wander around town with me to look for pharmacies. I had this plan that I could get my doctor to fax a prescription to Bath, England. The English pharmacist said no deal. Then I told them I could prescribe myself drugs. For some reason, they didn’t believe that either. They were only able to provide me with a list of “surgeries” in town. I went straight to Safeway, bought a bulb of garlic, ate it raw for two days, and was soon well.
That day, before the show, Erick and I wandered around the lovely city of Bath. It was full of tourists and we got tips on the all the newest and coolest fashion looks. My favorite was the dude in a red full-leather body suit wandering around with a motorcycle helmet in one hand and a croissant in the other.
I ate more yogurt and drank lots of coffee. The show was good. PoH were awesome. We stayed with some chicks in another tiny flat. There was a tough guy creepy roommate that I think wanted to kill Ryan (PoH) for a minute, before chuckling and becoming his best friend. He was only 22 and looked older than all of us. This time I slept at Uri’s feet in a hallway to avoid the smoke room. At least one of us was stepped on a few times although I don't know who.
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