Here, there and everywhere...

Welcome back. We spent some time relaxing at Monza's. I learned how not to eat porridge, black pudding and all that. How I miss those barbeques now *sigh*.

Anyways, soon enough Dribbler joined us from...err...wherever he came from. It seems like Kettering is a nice, peaceful place and our laughter and talking and singing was too much for the small town so soon enough we were politely asked to leave, never to come back (well, maybe MG will be able to come back)


Another early departure, this time under heavy rain. Next stop: Liverpool, to meeth that darn scouser: Pabloh!

Silent sleepy farms and fields below...

Only a few minutes and we are already flyong over Liverpool. According to my gps, somewhere down there you should be able to spot Penny Lane. Mmmh...guess Microsoft didn't go into much detail whne designing Liverpool. Well, who cares?
The only recognizable feature I could find, after flying around in circles was the Radio City Tower.
PD is growing impatient and, bearing in mind that he is carrying a pickaxe, I decide not to delay the landing anymore. Soon enough, we have landed and met Pabloh. Now this is growing into quite a lively crowd!
Damn! Is good to see das cheeky scouser in person! Thanks to him, I learned that I didn't have to actually make any sense to be part of the forums. The whole multi-national, multi-lingual crowd goes around for a tour around Liverpool. Me and Eric had the greatest idea: yell to the top of our lungs "We hate the Beatles!!!". Nobody seemed to care, except for Puma, Drib, PD, Argento and Yoda that almost strangled us before we had time to say that it was a joke.

As we are on a tight schedule, I will not tell everything we did at Liverpool. Let's just say that when we finally boarded the plane again, Pabloh and PD both carried some big chunks of bricks, straight from "The Cavern"!

Come on, hurry up! There's still so many friends to pick up!

Wondering where are we heading now? Plymouth, to go whale hunting! Oh, yes, and maybe meeting Kay there.

We need some more fuel for the final leg of our English tour. Meanwhile, I just was told that whaling boats are no more. I traveled this far in vain! What has the world come to when a nice guy can't go do some good whalingh with his friends? Anyways, we meet Kay. She is standing there, and I finally get to see her famous "serious" look. Of course, only shallow people looks at the corners of a mouth to tell if someone is smiling. If you look carefuly into Kay's eyes, you will find that she is smiling. And smiling big.

Anyways, in the blink of an eye, she is surrounded by the guys. Specially Murray, who keeps asking about the schoolgirl uniform. I should have tied him down and left him in the plane.

Time to call a night. So we will spend some time enjoying Plymouth's beauties and the company of Kay, Murray, Drib, Monza and Pabloh.

See you soon!