See? See? You thought I was joking!

Actually, I thought I was too...

Big in Eire

Every time I write a book I seem to end up getting a good receprion over there. Perhap's it's the name. Perhaps it's my freewheeling attitude to life, language and punctuation.

Who can say? God bless 'em though!

"I am going on holiday now..I may be gone for some time..."

Having stunk up every other remaining bit of the planet (I draw your attention here to the trash mountains at the foot of Everest and all around Machu Picchu) tourists are now considering Antarctica as a jolly spot for a picnic.

If pressed, the inadequates that are blowing £42,000 on this festival of small-cock compensation would probably assert that they're not 'tourists' but 'travellers' or even fucking 'explorers'.

Balls. Every single person that goes on one of these 'adventure' holidays is essentially shouting 'look at me' as loudly as they can while simultaneously pissing away a huge amount of money that could be put to better use (helping end child poverty, combatting homelessness or organising a really massive boozy book launch for 'Sod Abroad') and dirtying up the 'amazing' scenery for the next overprivileged blowhard that comes along with self-aggrandizement on his mind and ice in his beard.

Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all. Fuck 'em all in the eye.