A day off in Vienna. Made an effort to get up early this morning and was richly rewarded with beautiful alpine scenery on the drive from the grade-A shit hole that is Rome. We've just had a slap-up dinner at Frauline Miggins' and in the process have learned, through his correct usage of the word "goodzie" to describe the quality of his meal, that International Mick can converse in the local Austrian tongue as fluently as that of anywhere we've visited so far. I haven't been so impressed since the "sondwach" he ordered in Bochum all those gigs ago. In other news, Vincent's shoes fell apart the other day and this is causing him some concern, though on the upside he is providing much important data for those researching the correlation between flip-flop wearing and string-breakage during performances.