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'Wurzel, Wurzel! One guy followed us all over the continent – he pawned his VCR to do it. He beat us to town on the trek from Adelaide to Melbourne, which is a long fucking way. His
car was dead, ’cause that’s not a hospitable climate!'
'Back at the hotel, Phil and Eddie took all the furniture and everything
out of their room and put it up in the garden outside. It was a complete
replica of the room’s layout only out of doors...'
'What a sight – thousands of people storming the Hungarian army! We performed in front of an audience of 27,000. Great show. The killer was it was in Hungary so nobody heard
about it. I always find that when you play in these depressed, so-called
Third World countries, the people are much more trusting and kind.'
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