We had a wake-up call around 8.00 AM and the phone had a really weird little barking sound.

John was home but Spike hadn't come back. When John woke up he told me Spike had been attacked on the way home from the Reeperbahn. Some guys had jumped him and he was in hospital with a broken jaw. We had breakfast but John and Mal weren't there as they'd spent the night taking Spike to a couple of hospitals.

There was a very depressed feeling on the bus. We drove through Hamburg to the hospital past thousands of blocks of fifties red brick flats. Very bleak. We found that Spike's jaw has been wired up with possible nerve damage. He won't be going anywhere.

We set off for Copenhagen and drove through more relentless blocks of flats. It turned into farm country. We caught a ferry from Germany to Sweden which took an hour. There was bit of a panic at the border when the police boarded the bus, but it was fine.

Much relieved, we moved on, past the odd forest and deer. I did some sketching on a picture I'd started, and finished it. Ron worked on. I went to sleep when it started getting dark and woke up when we got to Copenhagen.

The stadium, the "Valby Hallen", was like a large sports/basketball place. The backstage area was very cramped, with all of the catering tables in the corridor. Because we'd arrived late, the band had to help Dave set up on stage and we've got a guy called Bernie doing foldback until Spike re-joins us. He seemed very on the ball and I believe he owns the production.

We were still doing a line check when they opened the doors. We had just enough time to have a meal and change before we went on. The crowd was down around 3,000 but the band played the best we have so far and there was a good audience response.

We relaxed for about an hour and met Rene, the local Polygram guy, then we caught a couple of taxis to another gig called The Pumphouse.

We'd been booked to play our whole set at this club, more for all the local industry people than anything else. The club was like a cross between The Kardomah and Jamison St (two Sydney clubs from the early 1990's.)

All the stage gear and production was provided and we did a soundcheck at midnight. There was a bar/cafe downstairs where we had a drink and met a couple of girls called Celia and Suzanne who offered to show us around Copenhagen on Saturday.There weren't many people at the gig but all of INXS were there (except for John Farriss.)

Gary Beers played bass for about half the set and Michael Hutchence got up and did a couple of songs with us. At one stage he was draped across my shoulders as I played keyboards. He reached around and removed my cigarette from my mouth, had a few drags on it, sang a bit into my mike, and then carefully put it back in my mouth as I played on . It was very cool.

The set had gone really well and it was a pretty wild backstage party afterwards. I'd probably had a few too many vodkas but it was fun. There was a place in Copenhagen called Christiana where hash was legal so a few locals were sent out and came back about a half an hour later with some excellent smoke.

There were half a dozen Aussie exchange students from Dubbo which was quite bizarre. We partied on until about 4.00 AM and then for a while on the bus. Michael had asked if we wanted to go back to their hotel but we had to drive to Sweden. I lasted about half an hour then staggered off to my bunk.

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