While it may be the hottest day since Gavrilo Princip shot the Archduke Francis Ferdinand and knackered European relations for a while, and in some places within the UK the heat is unbearable; up here, in the North of England it is pouring with rain and as miserable and dreary as a classic 'Smiths' song - so you won't be surprised to learn that this travel blog is going to be back in action very very soon.
It's almost time for the 'Great British Bugger Off'...this is where two Hairy Shirkers get dropped in the middle of the Dordogne in gastronomic French France and have to survive and evade capture by visiting daft sounding places like 'Boulangerie', 'Charcuterie' and 'Patisserie' and then, armed only with a few worthless euros and basic O'level knowledge in how to describe to a Gallic chap that 'The dog lives behind the house!' they have only a week to build their own Chateaux and then cook a massive spotted dick using only a make-shift fire-pit and a slotted spoon....
So, should be a hoot!
As ever, the format will the same - each blog title being a song, lyric or album from my own IPod and will playfully sync with a content that will probably be topically libellous, hopefully occasionally humorous and many times completely factually incorrect, so if this is your bag, then.....get your buns in the oven and 'Regardez' this space mon ami's.......
The first blog title of this trip is of course written and performed by the great moaner, Morrissey and the Smiths with a classic to get us in the mood...
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