While the Eurozone sinks in the mire of it's own rotting carcass, we will again do our best to help improve the understandably flagging humour of our little Johnny Foreigner friends by taking our own inimitable brand of Derbyshire wit and mirth to the Continent.

2700 miles of the usual high jinks, over-indulgence, guffawing at each other's expense and, of course, getting lost on the way to sampling some of the numerous churches, art galleries and museums Europe has to offer. All roads lead to Amsterdam, well ok they don't but we hope to end up there for the cultural event of the year... Pete's Stag Do.

We set off on motorcycles, Saturday 5th May...

Sunday, 6 May 2012

I never realised Richard was so short...


A night cap... for those of you of an insomniac disposition. For my many sins, I am condemned to share a room with Rich tonight and I don't see why I should be the only one to suffer.

The CIA has nothing compared to this... take me to Guantanamo, it'll be more blooming peaceful! Arrrrrgggghhhh!!!!!

And yes, as predicted earlier... it's been a long night :)
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