London

We went there to see this chappy. He rocked.

We also decided to go for the full tourist breakfast with extra toast, taking pictures of people in front of phallic monuments, and even getting hearded off the underground because there was someone shifty-looking on the train behind us.

We were very well behaved, leaving the first tasteless joke till 3 hours into the coach journey:

"Are we nearly there yet?"
"I don't think so, I can't hear any explosions..."

We've also written a new song for a pair of plastic bottles and mouth percussion, about someone that we met.

That man, he had a very nice suit,
he had a very nice suit,
he had a very nice suit,
I want a t-shirt with his face on

Other items of note:

-St James' Park, at times, looks like Disneyland

-It helps to remember the name, or location, of the place that you're supposed to be staying.

-Eating at McDonald's is a lot like masturbation; it seems like a good idea at the time, but it's never as enjoyable as you had first hoped, and you just end up feeling empty afterwards.

-We really must go back to that lovely cigar shop