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Whoozy from the night before, the crew assembled in DJ Fukup’s and Tragedy Dave’s rooms for a chill-out on the balconies where far down below there were some cute kittens playing. Suddenly a mischievous look came across DJ Fukup’s face. He rushed and grabbed the water bombs Hero had filled up and torpedoed them downwards, creating a huge bang and splash which sent the cats and surrounding garden furniture scattering, much to everyone’s laughter. Then a minute later we suddenly heard some angry foreign shouting which sent everyone quickly diving through the patio door into hidden cover of the room! But DJ Fukup hadn’t quite finished. Several more water bombs were tossed through the open patio door and out over the balcony in the direction of the angry foreign voice and as the loud splashes echoed through the courtyard, our stomachs were now hurting with laughter. Time for a quick exit, time to hit the bar. As we strolled through the streets of Budapest, we noticed that not all of us were present. But who was missing? “It’s Johnny Utah” someone said, “I bet he’s still pissed up somewhere from last night”. Then in the strangest and most hilarious twist of fate, a random taxi happened to stop in a random queue of traffic exactly in the same random spot of the same random stretch of road we were all walking down and at the same random moment in time we were all talking about him, who should open the door and step out but a grinning Johnny Utah. “THERE HE IS!!” someone shouts. Un-bloody-believable. “Duuuude” he says, “I f*cked up my arm even more last night, so I just went all the waaaay to hospital man, sat in the waiting room for 5 minutes but then couldn't be arsed and just came back out maaann”. Sounds about right for the sort of crazy thing he'd do. After hitting a few more bars, grabbing some grub and then blagging a free tram ride back to the hotel (which Hero decided to drop a stink bomb on), it was time for a quick kip before the evenings main event – the Stag Dinner! |
 Johnny Utah and Durban Drinkster had a good night in Rio then |
 It's water bomb time |
DJ Fukup does his Ken Dodd impression |
 Looking out over the balcony |
 The Clubflat boys meant business |
 Trust us, the front wasn't pretty |
 Kind-hearted Hero gives hope to all who need it |
 Clubflat's very own sandwich board |
 The classic 'Clubflat card while on phone' shot |
 Unbelievable. Johhny Utah appears out of no-where |
 Can you guess who the peep is? |
 Dehydrated Eggergizer was having trouble chewing |
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DJ Fukup ponders over the thought of pushing Tragdy Dave into the tram |
 Steroid grins through the smell of a stink bomb Hero dropped |
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