Here are some pictures of New Year in Edinburgh and London.

I'm taking a photo of him taking a photo, geddit? I'm trying to establish a leitmotif here.

The other day i saw four english guys all pissing on Queen Beatrix' house on Dam Square, then one of them shouted "Brits abroad!" and at that moment I felt an overwhelming urge to ram a Union Jack on a sharpened flagpole up his ass.

Brendan. In his girlfriend's bedroom. With her ex-boyfriend.

So funny Blogger uploaded it thrice.

"Ca c une copine a moi trop forte, ma meilleure pote, trop belle, toujours prete a rigoler et a deconner, jtadore, St LaMbErT CrEw FoR LiFe, Big Kiss XXX (lachez vos coms!)

I can't remember if this photo was taken before or after a drunken Scot jumped onto my back, resulting in my launching into a tirade of abuse and her friend dragging her away saying 'leave them, they're posh'. You take Tennents, I'll take tea my dear.

London, aye.

There are lots of mosques near where I live, but not as many as there are branches of MacDonalds.

Tomorrow: International Deep-Throat Extravaganza.