i get woken up by panch at 8am and he was slurring like nobodys business and asking if i fancied a game of tennis hahahaha by the sound on him he coulnt even see the ball so forget tennis. i told him i was in bed and i wasnt playing no such game at that time in the morning. i stayed in bed a little longer then went and chilled by the pool all day with joyce, hudge and bogangles. we were leaving for perth at 5pm for the flight so we all got our stuff together and jumped on the coach. panch once again was fucking smashed but sort of holding it together untill he found the bar. he sat and had anither god knows how many beers and was swaying from side to side haha. he had to jump on the flight yet and the dreaded happened. he’d puched inn or something and when he was trying to argue his case he was slurring his speech and then the flight attendant asked him if he was drunk to wich panch replied “no i havent been drinking” hahahaha the dude was refusing to let him so we all got on without him. we all sat there wondering if he was gonna persuade the flight attendant he was ok to fly the 5 min later he started walking up the isle to his seat with all the plane cheering him haha. i wasnt laughing for long when everyone pointed out he was sitting next to me. luckely he sat down and went to sleep snoring his head off.
i was looking forward to going to perth as we have some welsh friends there who have been living in perth for over 10 years so every time we visit we always go round for a bbq and a few beers. we arrive after the 4 hour flight and rob (our welsh friend) is waiting at arrivals. we say our hello’s and jump on the bus for the hotel. daint is staying with rob so we organized to meet up with them later.
it’s weird when your part of a huge festival that travels the whole of oz as you all travel together more or less. all the bands, crew and technitians, tour managers etc are all with you so when you fly by plane the whole plane consists of everyone involved with the fest. it’s not like back home where we have one festival and the whole of the uk travels too it it’s on a very large scale but saying that look at the size of oz so i suppose you would expect it. i know we have reading and leeds but you catch my drift. it’s quite good as your like one big traveling party. i’d dread to think what it must be like organizing one mind, fuck that.
we get to our hotel and im sharing with hudge and realised we only have a double bed again so i agreed to sleep on the floor but as i walked out of my room there was a single bed on wheels in the corridor so i nicked it and brought it in the room, yes i now have a bed. i take a shower then met everyone downstairs at the lobby ready to go to robs house for our bbq. we started walking through the streets of perth to find a cash machine and the place is deserted. it just looked like there was no life in perth at all and we then heard after that it was a national holiday so most people were inside chilling. after walking quite a distance i manage to find a bank machine get some money then jump into a taxi to robs house passing a bottelo (drive through bottle shop) on the way to stock up with beers.
we arrive at robs which is in a nice little suburb of perth not that far from town. when we visited before he had a flat so it was nice to have a garden this time. as i walked into the back garden everyone was there robs missus sally and lee’s missus shannon along with jarra (another skateboarder) and then i see daint and rob were skating a little quarter pipe in his shed oh yehhhh. it was weird being here with rob, lee, daint having a skate like the old school days cause it’s exactly what we used to do when we were younger in wales but this time it was thousands of miles away in a hotter climate and were about 15 years older haha. it felt wicked just enjoying some beers having a skate and catching up. rob’s missus sally had made a load of home made burgers along with some salad etc so i stood with rob as he cooked watching him cook his burgers then we all ate. jarpie and jukka from the dudesons were with us too and they seemed to be enjoying themselfs. after food we decided to have a darts competition, all of us put $2 bucks into the kitty and it was first to go round the world (1,2,3,4,5,6,7 etc then bull) all were playing alright apart from jarpie as he doesnt have a thumb (got bitten off by a bear) hahaha so his darts were going all over the fucking place but it was very funny. the more the game went on the more we started getting more pissed then all of a sudden lee put his dart into the bull and was crowned ‘the sanchez/dudesons/perth skaters’ darts champion hahaha. congrats lee you’ve won £20 bucks.
1am came and we were knackerd so we called a taxi and headed back to the hotel. as we arrive panch managed to rope mw into having a few beers with him outside the hotel. we sat there for about an hour swigging back some booze trying to phone every tom dick and harry back home to no answer off anyone so i phoned my lady and had a lonmg chat with her then as i went to pass panch to go to bed he shouts at me ” yo yo yo yo whisky, whisky” sorry panch im going to bed as we have our last gig tomorrow and i want to be on point. i got into my little cot of a bed and went to sleep.
i wake up and hudge asks if i wanted to go for some breaky so we all meet up and decided to go to this 24hr place called fast eddies. i find out panch is already there having a yes, you’ve guest it ‘a beer’ hahaha with the drummer from a band called eskimo joe who we met when wee were in oz last. we joined them at breaky and all ordered our food and i joined panch for a beer just to get rid of that hungover feeling i had from the night before. the food was a right fuck up, really late, all wrong and i was glad to get out of there. later on that day we find out most of the people we know who went there for food all got the wrong order. nightmare. we fucked off back to the hotel and found out it had a roof top pool so me and hudge grabbed our speedo’s and headed upstairs to grab some ray’s. the pool was quite small and fairly shallow but it was quite nice up there along with a gym. one by one everyone then joined us at the pool and we started taking bombing photos and i saw there was a roof top about 10ft up and about 10ft away from the pool so i grabbed the chance to get myself up on it and jump into the pool hitting the floor. now buzzing with adrenalin my mind is racing with all the other possibilities i could do off it. i decide to dive to everyone else’s disagreement “you’ll twat your head on the bottom dont do it” i hesetated a bit then i thought fuck it and dived in and casme to the top pretending i was in agony from hitting my head hahahaha everyone thought i was fucked but then they realised i was winding them up. it went from doing it naked to involving chairs etc hahaha good laugh.
the dudesons came to the roof and asked if we wanted to do some filming with them to which we were obviously stoked to. jukka and jarpie have been having a competition and betting with one another along with having challenges. jukka vs jarpie basically so they came up with this idea that jukka has panch on his team and jarpie has me on his. me and panch play a game of huppla (compleate with sharp nails in it) round our necks and whoever does the least rotations has one of the dudesons tongue stappled to welsh arse haha. i went first and as i was about to go panch said “let me have a practise first” as he went to do it he couldnt even do one rotation hahahaha jukka knew he’d lost and jarpie was having early celebrations. i managed to do 25 rotations and panch nil so jukka had to have his tongue stapled to that hairy welsh arse of his hahaha. it was so funny.
after our afternoon of roof top fun we had to get ready to get our arses to the festival and to most prob the last ever sanchez live show we’d do together. i was quietly quite emotional but deep down i knew all good things must come to an end and maybe one day when were OAP’s we may do one last tour for a laugh but time will tell. we arrive at the festival and it’s boiling hot, it has been all day and i’ve been inn it all day too and i realise i’ve forgoten my sun cream. ah well fuck it i’ll just have to go without, to which i knew and did regret it later. our dressing room once again is miles away from everyone else’s but we dont mind as we have a nice view of the festival site and some chairs to sit on and watch it from a distance whilst enjoying a beer. the dudesons had 3 mini gigs throughout the day after the bands came off stage then we had one gig at 10pm as we leave the stage in such a mess the bands refuse to go on after us when the stage is covered in shit, piss and sick haha cant blame them i suppose. the more the day went on the more i knew i was slowly starting to look like a cricket ball in colour and when the sun went down along with the booze it was quite obviouse i was the festivals light. i was like a lighthouse generating enough light and heat from my head for the 30,000 people that were there. fuck it i though it’s our last gig so lets truck on and have a blast. funeral for a friend joined us just like they did at all the other fests we were all at then it was stage time. just before going on stage i realised i didnt have a clean out ready for the stella enema so i filled a bottle of vodka up with a load of water and tried to stick it up my corn hole. if anyone walked into our tent it’ll would have looked well dodgy, actually to the point it was well dodgy. how many people do you know ram vodka bottles up their arse before a stage show???????? haha. i cleaned out and rushed out of the tent hopping we were gonna have a massive last crowd but there was about 10 people ready to watch us “oh fuck” i thought but at the same time it would be hillarious that our final sanchez gig would be done in front of 10 people when at our peak at the reading festival it was 5,000 plus. as we got on stage the crowds started to gather. i think nine inch nails had just finished their gig so everyone started rushing to see us (well, some of them) we went into the gig and hit the crowd hard with all our wrongness which the 4 of us are really good at, daint peiercing his arm with blood everywhere, joyce smoking a pube bong and pukeing all over panch’s face, panch bleeding from a huge gapping wound from his head after getting battered on the swede by a guitar and myself on all 4′s with a garden hose up my anus filling my bowels with 3 pints of stella only to let it all go, shit included all over joyceys face haha. like our first gig in the reading festival all those years ago (7 years) we left the stage in bits laughing our heads off and the crowds confused, disturbed, happy, loved it, not sure, some fainted, security wanting to leave their jobs and the “whats going on” kind of look on their faces and we still managed to get the same reactions. wether it’s a crowd of 10 or 50,000 we always came up with the goods, sometimes it was a shambles, sometimes it worked like clockwork, sometimes we never made it to stage (health and safety reasons), sometimes we had proper fight’s on stage, sometimes there were tears but most of the time it was laughter and fun and thats why we decided to do what we did in the first place. it may have been the last proper gig of dirty sanchez but you never know what happens these days anything can happen.
after the gig we went to our tent and started shouting screaming and generally getting ourselfs amped up for a night on the tiles as it was the last night in perth before we had to shoot home the next day. we all jumped into the mini bus and we were talking of the full pipe this guy had built in his back yard we were gonna skate tomorrow. in my pissed mess i said i was gonna give it a go, you know how it goes ‘talk a good skate’ little did i know what i was inn for the next day. more on that later.
we get to the hotel and drop our stuff off in our rooms and arrange to meet up in the lobby in 15mins. we all hit the road to find a party and perth is dead as it’s been a bank holiday here all day. we ask a few people and they said there was a bar up the road open till 2am so we went and found it and as soon as we walked inn we were greeted with the sign “JACK LIVES HERE” stoked. quite a few jacks later we were inn a mess and everyone had left leaving myself, jarpie and jukka in the club. we decided to go and look for a club which would be open till 6am and found one. i went to walk inn and heared the dreadded “cant come inn here mate you have shorts on” WHAT???????? it’s fucking 40 deg what do you want me to wear?????? ski pants?????? i had an argument with the doorman for the clubs shitty rules and headed for a casino only for the taxi driver to tell us “you need colars to go in thewre boys” WHAT????? by this point i was at boiling point. jarpie and jukka must have thought i was mental as i hate authority and im sure they could see in my eye’s i was about to explode. we decided to go back to the hotel and raid every bit of booze from our mini bar and take it outside our hotel to drink. on entrance to the hotel we saw panch so we grabbed our drinks from our room and went outside. i ended up talking to my girlfriend vicci and when i went to re join the boys they’d all pissed off compleate with my booze the git’s, ah well. i went to my room and passed out like a flash. gone for the night.
wake up today with the good ol head banging with a raging hangover. i chilled in the room for a bit then daint phoned and asked if i was ready for this full pipe skate sesh round this dudes house. i wasnt, of course i wasnt but i wasnt gonna miss out on skating a man made wooden full pipe in his own back yard, no chance. it was 40 degrees and i could feel every bit of it along with every bit of water i had left in my body then we turned up at the full pipe and had a new lease of life WOW what a contraption. it was massive and all i could think of was me being cleaver clogs last night saying i was gonna do the loop but when i came face to face with it i done one hahahaha. all not lost as i had a good skate in it anyway and managed to get over the 9 o’clock mark so happy days. i was actually enjoying skating it untill the darkness of my hangover loomed over my brain once again and i just sat there in the shade like a quiet mouse hidding from a cat. all in all a good early evening skate was had by all and it was time to get back to the hotel pack our bags and head for our next destination BANGKOK.
we get to the airport and go through the same old shit scanning our stuff and then walk around the airport wasting time till it was time to board the plane. i stuff my face with ham and eggs and went to sit at the gate. as im sitting there daint picks up my leather jacket and wears it taking the piss giving it all “nice jacket, fucking nice jacket this” hahaha then it hit me, he’s got that look in his face as though he’s been up to something and i wasnt wrong. he’d only put a beef sauage in a hole in my jacket at the start of the tour and i’d been smuggling a sausage around australia all this time hahahah im suprised i didnt get called up about it as it could have been anything in their eye’s.
anyway, sausage aside we got on the plane and i was stuck in the middle of daint and joyce all the way to bangkok . i couldnt wait to have my dinner and a few red wines so i could go to sleep. dinner and a few wines down along with 2 valiums i passed out only to be woken up half hour later by daint and joyce nattering about computer stuff. i tried to ignore the 2 off them telling myself “they’ll shut up in a bit” but they didnt so i woke up and told them to shut up but it was too late. i stayed awake for a bit then daint gave me this hardcore sleeping tablet called zantak and im not joking it slapped me in the face and gave my brain a massive kiss goodnight and i was gone for 5 hours of the flight even sleep eating my second meal and not knowing a thing about it. i finally woke on our desent into bangkok and we then proceeded in getting our bags and jumping into a taxi as soon as possible so we could find a hotel to stay inn and get out for a few beers. we got a taxi driver which cost us about £40 in our cash to get us into central bangkok. we asked to be taken to the hilton hotel but ended up getting a room at the holiday inn which was actually well nice. i was sharing a room with joyce so we got cleaned up and headed off downstairs to get a beer. we all hit the town and went to visit spankys bar in pat pong 2, this is the bar we did filming inn when we were here for the film and it was the same bar i got my I LOVE DAINTON tattoo haha. all the girls at the bar remembered us and they had photos of us all over the walls in there. it didnt half bring back memories. we dossed around for the night drinking in various bars then went to bed so we could make the most of our last day in bangkok.
we woke up and daint had hired 2 tuck tuck’s for the day to take us round bangkok and show us the sight’s. i’ve been here twice before but it was nice to finally get shown the city via a tuck tuck as there’s no better way to see it. we spent the day sightseeing and spent the night drinking.
today was home day. a 13 hour flight back to heathrow then a taxi back to cardiff. i get to cardiff at 11.30pm on the fri night and jumped into bed knackerd. i got up early as i had to drive to norwich to visit my girlfriend vicci as i hadnt seen her for 3 weeks and was looking forward to it. as i went to jump into my car i relised my tax, insurance was out of date and my M.O.T was too so i was well pissed off. i thought for one min “shall i risk it?” no chance as i wouldnt be able to live with myself if i harmed anyone so i packed my bags really quick and headed for the train station. i jumped on the 9.25am traint to norwich via paddington and liverpool street station. all was going well then i got to liverpool st and there was an anouncment over the tannoy that the norwich train was canceled till further notice aaaaaaaargh i was fumming. i havent seen my girlfriend for ages and i know she’s only 2 hours away but i cant get on the train plus there was a big rave and party that we were attending tonight and i just wanted to be there. one hour passed, then two then three and i was eventually put on the train after waiting in liverpool st for 4 hours. by this time the crowd of people all waiting to get on this train was unbelivable and as soon as they announced the platform number the mad rush was something else. all we could could hear over the tannoy was “can you all please take your time for health and safety reasons” fuck off you twat i’ve been waiting here for 4 hours and i want a seat, which i got succesfully. two hours later i got to norwich and was greeted by vix’s yeh haaaaaaa finally 10 hours later. we jumped into the taxi and got to her’s then chiilled for a bit and started getting ready to go to pams house (once a month rave that vicci’s been dancing for for 10 years). we arrived and i met soem of vicci’s mates then went and got a drink at the bar and got ready to dance like a man possesed. andy whittby was playing in the main room hard house which is my fave dance music so i was looking forward to his set and he didnt disapoint. he played some good tunes and went right off. vicci and rachael danced for him too which was good too see the mrs going mental on stage haha. due to the rave being held in the uni they only had a license for 2 am so everyone leaves there to go to the afterparty in a club in town. quite a bit of dancing later and tops off hahahaha me and vix’s headed home.
it’s sunday morning and we both make our journey back to cardiff via bus, train, coach, train, tube, train then taxi to my house all taking 12 hours. bloody knackered and finally back in my house after being away for over 3 weeks god knows how many party’s down and many a good time’s i put my head on my pillow and have a nice lay inn. the next week was spend swimming and going to the gym everyday jst to get me back to normall again till the next time.
hope you enjoyed the write up everyone. im gonna start doing little short write up’s if i get up to anything in the weeks while im home i.e party’s i attend, skateboarding stuff anything really thats of interest so check back.
toodle pip for now.
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