Aug 2006

Hello blog checkers,

this one has no pictures (boooo) because me camera broke in what can only be described as one of the most unlucky trips to London ever.

It started out normally, paying around $50 to get from the airport (never fly into Luton), to the city, where I met Sammy Darling. (A big thanks to Sammy for having me for an extended period). We dumped my bags and headed to the local, which is apparently also the Local of Feddy Ljungberg.

After a few days of drinking like a fish with Sam, I was about ready for some sight seeing. It was at this stage I realised my camera was stuffed, and that I wouldn't get any photos from London.

So after a week it was time to head to Dublin, so off to Stansted airport I went, not realising that evil deeds were being plotted. I got to the airport that was packed full of people, to see my flight was cancelled. The next flight to Dublin I could get on was 3 days later. So, after a $75 trial run to the airport, I returned to Sams place, and began drinking again.

At least I got my flight, but with no hand luggage. No Ipods, no sun glasses, and my passport and wallet in a clear plastice bag.

Kerr

Next time there will be photos, but for now.....

Man Asleep in Chair:

Our last entry as luxury travellers in the Peugeot Partner, sadly we hand our good friend over to the authorities today. She was a good car, she went all day.

Anyway our final blog cannot possibly live up to the dizzying heights of the last entry but here are a few photos for your viewing pleasure anyway.

Seriously considered purchasing this as a travel gift for a lucky recipient

Think no one can dance like Michael Jackson using two fingers and a hand puppet? Think again

(www.marcel.it for those who are intrigued and want to know more)

Our crash pad in Tuscany

Hengel, with shades like those, you can be my wingman anytime

Our Monaco GP came to a crashing halt when the Partner succumbed to engine failure after lap 5

Monte Carlo casino. Moof's tip "Red" unfortunately and tragically turned out to be ill-advised. Noodles and water for Morto for the next five days it seems