Wienerfest: The Road To Hungary

The base of Mister Cat's arch nemesis, located near Split.














A religious experience. But mainly a pissed one.














Checkers doing a really convincing impression of a spastic in Venice.














Golle continues his mission to sleep around Europe on this boat, while we and some of the other (more drunken) passengers play Buckaroo on him with Crappy cartons.














Anyone know what this guy's about to do with his finger?




















Olly celebrates our arrival in Milan by constructing a neon sign, powered entirely by his hair.




















Checkers runs into a spot of bother in Tianamen Square.

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More to come...

Holy Fuck We're LEAVING! TONIGHT!... and all I've packed so far is a carton of Um Bongo, a yo-yo and the soundtrack to Goodfellas. On top of that, the Italians are striking, so there will be no airport control and probably no pilot or fuel.

Still, at least all of us have been vaccinated against bad AIDS- the exception being Checkers, who was tragically infected at birth.

If anyone from the other trip stumbles past this text, we shall be meeting you on the 4th at the Ravnice youth hostel, and if you could, we'd appreciate it if you could reserve us a plot on the campsites you're going to for two 2-people tents. Pass this message along to someone from the other group if you read it please.

Humbly yours,
The Wienerfest Team

It's 5.45am, I'm still vaguely drunk, but most of all, I need Philippa, so without further ado, here are a few more candid shots:

Philippa during the cultural revolution of the late 80s

Philippa showing some nice cleavage on a seedy game show

Philippa showing off her breathtaking legs

Phillippa working out

I'm Checkers' Sister, Get Me Out Of Here!

Philippa bares all (The Money Shot)