Dan, Dazza, James and I flew over to Zurich and made our way by train to Basel. We'd already had a good few beers when we got there. We met up with Dan's mate, Rob and dumped all our stuff at his house befoe getting showered and heading into town. Bumped into Gregg McBride in the English pub in town and a few other familiar faces. the weekend involved boozing and eating junk food. At one point I did borrow a bicycle and came off the thing injuring my left elbow horribly - It probably should have had stitches but I'd had a load of beer so didn't bother getting it seen to. Dan also broke some ribs and had to go to the hospital after we all came back drunk and leapt on him while he was in bed. Dazza got a bit bored one night in a Mexican Bar that seemed to open 24 hours and scoffed a rose that sitting in a little vase at the bar. Dan wore a revolting checked sweater - black and white, I think, which he thought was great; it wasn't.