Encule!
Luxembourg was interesting. Huge fuckin... canyon... in the centre of the city, surrounded by cliffs potholed with ancient forts. I nailed myself with the flu upon arriving, which slowed me down somewhat, but propped up by a can of Tao and a packet of Ibuprofen, i headed out to a nearby town and spent an hour trying to get into Central Thermique, a powerstation of some repute. After exploring every cable tunnel and even trying to build a ladder up to one of the few windows that wasnt boarded i finally found the way in, thru an asbestos clad steam tunnel (HOLD YOUR BREATH!).
The odd thing about Central Themique, is that if you stand at the front of the building, you are in the Country of Luxembourg... but stand at the back and your in the Country of France... yay for country borders running thru turbine halls.
A crazy arsed cement works followed suit before eruptions of snot and aching joints sent me home for a snoozy.
Cruised around that evening, looking at stuff. Found a donkey, fed it grass, then it tried to eat my jacket and my arm.
Next day i wandered the creek canals up to the city outskirts and found a few short drains, containing a few shortly OD'd junkies, then i caught a train to Paris.
Paris was like a fuckin Cave Clan Reunion. I stayed at Dirges place and did my best to help her with her odd Pon Farr-like issues (but as it goes she reckons fucking me would be too much like fucking her brother.), met up with Hount (who ended up exacerbating said Pon Farr issues... which brings me to a point that it should be noted that men do deal remarkably well with the permanent male equivalent to the 'Pussy Void Ache' that was being suffered by my oldest female friend.), Kat and Orfisface. We popped down into a Telecom tunnel in Chatelet, had a look around for 20 minutes before getting arrested by two cops who were helping workers search for copper strippers. They took us to the station in the back of a French Bacon Delivery Van, but in true French 'We've never had to worry about terrorists' style, they let us go 10 minutes later with a warning about the dangers of 'fumeurs' down telecom tunnels.
Met up with Dsankt and failed to get into La Defense subway tunnels cos Hount got lost. Ended up offending as many French ppl as i could by drinking Pastise with Sprite at a house party afterwards.
My last day i hung out with Dirge and Orfisface, visited Quantum X and Laurelleaf, then met up with Dsankt and Hatchet Hardcore and dodged trains in the metro beneath the 14th Arrondissment for about an hour before visiting Dsankts hopefully upcoming squat.
And now im back in Edinburgh :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
The odd thing about Central Themique, is that if you stand at the front of the building, you are in the Country of Luxembourg... but stand at the back and your in the Country of France... yay for country borders running thru turbine halls.
A crazy arsed cement works followed suit before eruptions of snot and aching joints sent me home for a snoozy.
Cruised around that evening, looking at stuff. Found a donkey, fed it grass, then it tried to eat my jacket and my arm.
Next day i wandered the creek canals up to the city outskirts and found a few short drains, containing a few shortly OD'd junkies, then i caught a train to Paris.
Paris was like a fuckin Cave Clan Reunion. I stayed at Dirges place and did my best to help her with her odd Pon Farr-like issues (but as it goes she reckons fucking me would be too much like fucking her brother.), met up with Hount (who ended up exacerbating said Pon Farr issues... which brings me to a point that it should be noted that men do deal remarkably well with the permanent male equivalent to the 'Pussy Void Ache' that was being suffered by my oldest female friend.), Kat and Orfisface. We popped down into a Telecom tunnel in Chatelet, had a look around for 20 minutes before getting arrested by two cops who were helping workers search for copper strippers. They took us to the station in the back of a French Bacon Delivery Van, but in true French 'We've never had to worry about terrorists' style, they let us go 10 minutes later with a warning about the dangers of 'fumeurs' down telecom tunnels.
Met up with Dsankt and failed to get into La Defense subway tunnels cos Hount got lost. Ended up offending as many French ppl as i could by drinking Pastise with Sprite at a house party afterwards.
My last day i hung out with Dirge and Orfisface, visited Quantum X and Laurelleaf, then met up with Dsankt and Hatchet Hardcore and dodged trains in the metro beneath the 14th Arrondissment for about an hour before visiting Dsankts hopefully upcoming squat.
And now im back in Edinburgh :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D