So I return from London after bidding my friends a fond farewell. Admittedly I've had more farewell tours of London than The Stones, but it's justified if I keep finding new things about the place...like The Intrepid Fox. A rock pub that was f***ed By Rock that very night (well, every last Saturday of the month). A good time was had by all, but a bad hangover was had by me the next day. Even taking a sachet of oral rehydration powder - tastes like salty Lemsip -...

So I begin my travel blog today, the day I dodged dog crap (nature's own little non-lethal landmines) whilst helping with the gardening but, more importantly, the day after I got my new passport. My new passport, with a new biometric chip in it...so the CIA can track me where ever I go. I wasn't even going to renew the damn thing, but airlines get kinda finickity about you travelling with less than 6 months left on your current passport. Just in case you hop on a...