Riddle me this, chums... What the Jeffery are we gunna do on a train... FOR 30 HOURS?? 

There's always one... In every hostel, every club in Brighton, on every beach, in the town... A Mentalist. Usually can be distinguished amongst the rest by the length of their hair, the least amount of clothing worn/a weird combination of clothes, their smell?! Whether their holding a bottle of naughty juice in a paper bag, and if they are shouting random abuse at nobody. The 'Mentalist' staying at this particular place, is some crazy Tarzan look ali...

ULURU you cheeky b*****s! So, we're here... sweltering like gummy bears in a bag. I've stuck to Mo's arm on more than one occasion, and its lasted around 2 seconds per stick... Which is an impressive amount of time.Roll on... So New Years eve... My oh my. We started early, cracked open our 'Duty Free' Honey Jim Beamy around 5.30pm. Gave us an hour to guzzle this nectar down before heading to our New Years bar crawl party starting around 6.30....