Two men and a inuit walked into a Bath...

9:30am Monday started off very British. Grey and wet. Me and Daz had like a brilliant omelette, know what i mean? Nadine had a coffee and Malboro. So it was that me, my world cup hero and Yul Brynner loaded up our Vauxhall Corsa (with fine Tesco wine for later) and headed off. Driving at 70mph in the rain (thats about 120Kph), I was told a lamed huskie could pull a sled faster than i was driving. What would an eskimo know about cars? apparently more than a gook knows about kayaks.

With Nadine taking over caning it (shut eyes tight so don't know how fast), we were at Stonehenge a short time later, and boy what a sight! it's over 5000 years old, and is so mysterious no-one knows how or who built it. It was even more mysterious for us three as we refused to shell out £5.90 to get in and instead peered at it through cyclone fencing 20 yards away. No i have no idea why Dazel is standing like that and smiling.

Next stop was Wood Henge, Stonehenge's much spurned cousin. Low hopes were held for this henge. And for good reason, the big bad wolf had huffed and puffed and blown it all away, so we were content to play on the cement replacements. Not exactly 5000 years old, not exactly worth vsisitng, but then again not exactly £5.90 either.

Off we trot to Bath... What a perla of a city. Nestled in a little valley, lovely stone buildings and a lovely jugenherbege (thats Deutsch for youth hostel). Alas we didn't stay there, we stayed at the YMCA. Which was very apt cause we found this photo opportunity a little while later. Dazel wanted to take it much further "for art's sake" but i was a little dubious of his real intentions. Especially when he whipped out the Vaseline jar. He says it was for a soft focus effect when rubbed on the lens.. yeah right.

Well apart from sightseeing and photos , the only other thing we did in Bath was shop, eat, save 25% on dinner and avoid a parking ticket. Mmm... what else there was this bridge. And a church and some fountains. So thats's the Henges and Bath.

Just an aside - Fabio Grosso, you diving mamas boy, you suck. Rue the day when you meet Daz in a dark alley way, and he has no Vaseline "for art's sake".