Day 19
Gasometer, Vienna
There was a bath. I can't tell you how happy that made me. Last night we went out to a Mexican Restaurant, and for one glorious evening I had a moustache. But it was a poor, invisible moustache that wasn't even that funny, so I shaved it off when I got back.
You can get a horse-drawn carriage round Vienna, which means that all of the beautiful sights are accompanied by the smell of horse piss.
The gig is part of a huge development which has turned four old gasometers (which are like them big tank things but made in attractive redbrick) into a giant mall and office complex, which proves to be extremely difficult to find a way out of. The venue is the base of one of them (when you eventually find it) and is big and round and echo-y, which gives us the opportunity to hear what we sound like reflected off the walls. It is improved by a large and enthusiastic audience who come along later. The gig is great, perhaps the best so far, and made all the better by the certainty that my feet are VERY clean.
After the gig there is an uncommonly large amount of wine knocking around, and it would be rude to resist its velvety charms....
