Oh MAN! This weblog is falling seriously behind. I blame persistent IT issues for stopping me from updating this page. I categorically deny that it has anything to do with the obscene amounts of alcohol that I have consumed since last writing an entry!

Where do I start? It's probably best to let the pictures do the talking. As soon as I have it, I'll put up a link to the website that reveals the Madrid Monopoly Board Pub Crawl in all its sordid detail. Suffice to say that researching the route with Justin & Sam on the Thursday was only marginally less inebriating (got back to the hotel at 4am) than doing the crawl itself on the Saturday (got back to the hotel at 7am). And never mind the Wednesday, Friday and Sunday nights that weren't exactly "dry". Still, I had the satisfaction of knowing that I had helped a few English people get the most out of a visit to Spain.

And no sooner was I back in Blighty than I shot off again, this time for the Isle of Man. Hm, I wonder if I can put myself down for a preventive liver transplant... Siobhan kindly scheduled her 30th birthday party for a date both nearer to mine & Clairey's 30th birthdays and that coincided with the TT racing. I thought the bikers were mad as hatters until I saw the bloody sidecar riders!! Just who gets up of a morning and decides "I want to hold on to a small piece of metal with just my hands, hang my legs out behind me with my feet perilously close to the ground, and have someone else urge a monster motorbike round a twisty street circuit at 180 mph with no way of knowing which way they're about to turn"??? There's nowt as queer as folk (at least, that's what Nigel's photos would have us believe).

Enough! I am tired and must away to bed. Not in a bloody windswept soaking wet tent in somebody's garden either, this time.