We escaped the Crazy Train, we reached the end of the line you see, we missed our stop and had to go forward in reverse..
Now we are waiting in line to see lots of dead people in the Paris Catacoumbs..
We don't know where Nomad is, again. We know that we gave a crumb to you all with the Canadian blog a few days ago and that you don't deserve another crumb just yet, but the blog is weeks behind and we need to catch up.
After Canada we landed at the London international airport. Distracted by a mob of crazy women screaming we almost walked straight past Beric's Aunty Loretta. We greeted her then realised that Nomad was gone. That was the end of Nomad, we didn't see him for a week. The first thing we did was catch the tube a.k.a the train and went straight to Beric's Nonno's favourite pub, 'The Woodlands'. Below in the Photo is Beric's Aunty Loretta and her partner Mark.
Going to the Woodlands was our main tourist attraction advice from Beric's Nonno, Barry a.k.a Bazza.
"If you go to England.. You gotta see... the WOODlands pub!"
Beric climbed a lion when the police turned their back. Suckers!!
This bum had it all, people where paying him money to hum muppet songs into this witches hat..
Aunty Loretta was kind enough to drive us out to stone henge. This pile of rocks is worth seeing for a few minutes, and definitely has some good boulder climbing problems on it.
This BIRD was up to something. I still don't know what exactly but I'm gunna find out.
In fact speaking of bouldering we went on a mission to some silly boulder gym and then wandered around some square, Trifle square I think it was..
Thanks Loretta and Mark! We had a great time and it was lovely to see you both.
Steve disappeared after a few days for a rendezvous with Nomad and Sophie Oriti at Leeds. I don't know what took place but I don't like it. They were up to something.
Apparently Steve captured a glimpse of Nomads activities. Steve was privileged enough to accompany Nomad to some fancy 'high tea party'. You know with the berets, and the tea, the scones and the croquet and don't forget the flamingos!
We weren't surprised as Nomad has English heritage and we had a suspicion that his Mother Rosemary would have pre-arranged a bunch of extravagant Nomad events. It's all linked to that pad. What is he writing in that pad!?
I wandered off the Hampton Court Palace with mark. Those English people really know how to build a palace.. these places are fully insane, they spent a lot of money and resources building these things.
They had some sort of Hogwarts hall thingy. No signs of Hermione unfortunetly..
You could rig up a good climbing gym inside this baby:
I'm not impressed! where's the Kangaroo's?? For the record any foreign girls reading this, my back yard has Kangaroo's in it.. Seriously..
This old guy acting as King Henry actually kissed this young actress. Talk about authentic role play. It was cool though, throughout the whole castle there were actors doing peformances to show you the history, never mind reading, reading is for suckers!
You call that a knife?! these defintely wern't spoons..
I also caught a train on a solo mission to Warwick, a house in Warwick had a red door, I like that..
I went to Warwick to see Warwick Castle. I highly recommend you visit the castle if you go to England. It was just like the Nintendo game Zelda with the torture dungeons, dragon towers, potion stands and medievil weaponry.
Below is a shot of some 'murder holes'. When the enemy breaks through the draw bridge gates into the castle, the English would pour glowing red hot sand, nails and boiling sewerage on them through these holes.
Gotta have potions..
Too many Birds. I hope Chris Bird is reading this..
Thats not his head.. its a bird.. another one.. I like Birds.. Don't take take that the wrong way Chris Bird.
They would hang people in this contraption and leave people in this dingy hole until the rats ate them or they died.
This guy, he had it all, and he blew it. Now he's dead. He had Six wives just like Steve.
They're all finished. Just like Steve and Noamd. No good bums.
Long live the James Hetfield Mullet. I coming for ya Andy.
Its a popular trend to be pregnant and paint things red in England..
I am pretending to pat a dog. Apparently at this exact location my dad pretended to pat and dog and then screamed and tried to convince the female owner that it bit him. Ingenious!
Next stop was a vague rendezvous with Steve and Nomad at Mallorca Island Spain. Real spook eye like.Mallorca is the World capital of deep water soling (DWS). I think that Paris scum train infected us with its scum bacteria...