Monday, 24 September 2007

Burger me!!

This is getting silly now... I think I've eaten a burger every day for the past 3 weeks. I need help. The only other think I have to say is that I'm in love... with Motel 6! I see that big red 6 on a stick and I get all goosebumpy..

Just look at it!

Sunday, 8 July 2007

Home Run!

After an epic 8 hour nail-biting wait in the standby queue at Norway's Kristiansand ferry port, and after queue jumping two caravaned vehicles (aided somewhat by 16 batted eyelids, 2 cds and an offer to name all our children after Jørgen, the yellow breasted ferry terminal aide) we boarded the very last ferry of the day, as the very last vehicle! True shipping nerds can check out our exact boat here: - their beer prices and on-boat entertainment were second to none. Bh-wah happened??? Well.. there were balloon-swarded, balloon-poodled wielding toddlers, fighting/dancing to a very tight (both musically and pantalooned) covers band on deck 7. Mmm.. bass.. and a little light-heddied giddiness on the upper decks shortly before disembarking.. but we drove through Denmark and Germany (lovely big fat Riesenwurst sausage for breakfast, mustard.. bread roll.. the only heartache was having to pay 50 cents to visit the toilet afterwards.. which I didn't pay as I scrambled under the childsize barriers when the lady attendant wasn't looking, but then felt so guilty as soon as I saw the toilet seat cleaning itself!? amazing!) Unfortunately I'd incurred the wrath of the same lady by brushing my teeth in the mirror whilst stretching my lower lip to avoid a painful brush on the mouth ulcer I'd developed since the begining of the tour.. ooh this is a long blog.. and I'd tried to clean up all the spots the best I could, but her rant increased in volume as I ascended the stairs away from the crime scene.
I must have passed out for the rest of the journey until the Belgian/French border, but saw enough after that to know I want to come back.. and then Calais.. Eurostar.. and home. Heddy made it all so easy!

Saturday, 23 June 2007

From Fargo... to Escargot

It's nice to be back home. At various points on the tour I was wistfully picturing the allotment.. sunshine, birds singing.. West Indian Joe's bellowing laughter.. the ladybirds munching blackfly.. (and most of all) all the squash and pumpkin plants I'd planted invading the weeds! Except all the plants got eaten by the snails. Now, the lack of squash and pumpkins, and the sight of so many plump snails brought something out in me. HUNGER! So I ate the snails (sorry James). I could have used a bit more garlic, but they were still quite tasty.

Friday, 1 June 2007

It's not easy being green..

I've coughed so much the past two weeks I've developed a rippling six pack. Not that anyone would be able to tell.. I've eaten too many burgers for that, especially since my sardine supply dried up on the long treck from Seattle to Minneapolis. Bad news for me but good news for everyone else in the van. But possibly the best news of all is that Alasdair has played some good shows and won't need to be sacked at the end of the tour!

Saturday, 26 May 2007


I discovered them on the last tour during a pitstop, somewhere in Arizona.. in tomato sauce. It wasn't just that they had a price tag of 99 cents.. you can open them AND eat them with your fingers. Anyway, this tour I've found something even cheaper! Pots of 'INSTANT LUNCH'! These tasty noodle snacks weigh in at 3 for $1! I love Target!

Tuesday, 3 April 2007


I trod in some dogshit the other day...

Tuesday, 27 March 2007