Four likely lads travel the planet

Alright, Morto here, apologies for the delay in latest blogs. The four likely lads have scattered around Europe temporarily so here's some pictorial evidence of my latest travels.

Last tender embrace with the Partner, her current fate unknown

Germany:

Returned to take Sven on heads up in poker and eat doners for a week.

Keep on grinding it out on internet poker Sven, it's noble (and profitable) work you're doing

With Swede Erik and German Stephanie (to explain my expression, Sven was the photographer and I was saying "eeee")

Denmark:

Went here to experience life at a Scandinavian level.

Alright, sitting in a park in Copenhagen. Dudes turn up in these white suits. They go to get another dude (who is getting married) who completely nudes up. He slides through the plastic tube (getting 'reborn'), gets out, the white dudes slap his arse, and he puts on a classy white suit and they all start drinking beers. Sitting there with a friend (the only observers) and they yell out "You want to see dick, and that's OK!"

Sweden:

Went here for a day to say I've been to Sweden.

2 guys I met in the park, went out for lunch, and met their fishing buddy who chills out with a bit of hash when not reeling in massive fish one by one. Not a bad life

Belgium:

Went here with Kerr and Hengel for a bit of rock.

Belle and Sebastian rocking Pukkelpop

The dude from Wolfmother? Our festival idol. Never has leopard skin matched so well with pink panther boxers

Modern art Brussels style.

Take it easy

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