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Wot a
trip, 6 flights in four days, Amazing Grace was amazing. We started at a
Seminary which is priest training centre so we had to
watch our Ps and Qs
as well as our Fs and Gs. We played at various venues Churches seemed to be the
norm, at one church in particular Amazing grace was murdered by a certain Bass
drummer, "any guesses as to who I'm talking about". We had never
played like that before and hope never to play like that again or I'll be in for
the sack, it was certainly different. Sorrento itself was a tough mission, a
long play indeed, we were introduced to the hierarchy as in the local dignitaries
at the town hall, we had to play up a marble stair case, not recommended for a
bass drummer I have to add. The main parade was part of the Christmas
celebrations for the Italians, every conceivable idea of the imagination was
used in this parade, one bloke even had pigeons along both of his arms, his
jacket was covered in Turkish delight. Amid all the excitement of our tour,
before we knew where we were it was time for our homeward bound journey and
that's when the name hogganeer was born to an unsuspecting world. We were inside
the terminal building at Milan airport waiting for our flight to be announced, I
decided to go and do some shopping for some souvenirs for the kids, so I asked Cammy Renwick and Stuart Robinson if they would look after my bag while I was
away which turned out to be a wrong move, when I returned to get my bag it
seemed a bit heavier than when I left it, on inspection it turned out that the
pair of them had loaded it with everything that they could lay their hands on" sick
bags Renwicks scud mags, Stuarts sex toys, wipes, bars of soap safety leaflets,
you name it, if was lying about they put it in, I think the bloody pilot was in
there too. I'll finish off by saying all in all it was a very interesting trip,
one I shall never forget as long as I live.
As told by Kenny Hogg