Czech Republic. We played this beautiful place called Kutna Hora, outside Prague. Heatwave we weren't ready for. Like tropical hot. Got lost in that heat. Found cathederals, churches of bones before we found the festival. But before any of that we had the Luton Airport experience. We can not recommend 'Wizzair'. Seriously. Wizzair?
The wizzair queue / scrum. Seriously, a anarchic free-for-all. Seriously.
Oh yeah, Luton Airport Hens. The front of their tops say "Hello Ibiza...It's me" and they all had their nicknames on the back. Here's "Milf" and "Princess". We lost "Storm in a G Cup" and "Frothy Coffee". Before we saw them we saw a man about to check in, wearing nothing but a nappy. Luton.
and then just two hours away from all that, this.
...a little tune.