Ebensee is reached down a lakeside road with bizarre gothic tunnels cut through forbidding rock faces, all decorated with ancient coats of arms. "Castle? There is no castle HERE..." Dooj cracks two ribs cannoning into a p.a. stack. We seize Gerard Langley's silly mic-stand, which he left here. We still have it and taunt him with it at regular intervals. Thousands of drunks.