Check out this presenter...

... he's new, and from Basingstoke! ;)

http://www.basingstokegazette.co.uk/leisure/showbiz/13576033.Dermot_O_Leary_to_present_Battle_of_Britain_documentaries/

Full circle!!

I've just got an iPad... and I'm playing space invaders on it! :-)

M is for Marfa

The first thing that came into my head when I heard we'd be playing in a town called Marfa was... (I'm sorry) Sesame Street. It was probably one of my strongest visual memories as a child from watching the programme (that and the chef falling down a load of stairs with a big creamy cake). This is great...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzyg8Z8evKI

Anyway, M is now for Marfa, which been the highlight of the tour so far - the book store, the people, the food and seeing the art installations yesterday! Fantastic!

Beer and Beetroot....

I can report that, having consumed 3 (albeit small) beetroots followed by 3 pints of beer, I had no unpleasant discolouration of my bodily fluids. A 1:1 ratio is recommended. I shall be writing to the BMJ forthwith.

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!

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: http://www.colorline.com/servlets/page?section=4008&item=11729 - 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!

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.