one day ben says to me "i've just booked three weeks off in september and i'm going to go on holiday - i might go to america" so that gets me thinking that i could do with a bit of a break meself so we're having a bit of a discussion about it in the carpark at work and a plan were formed: to drive across the united states along the mother road itself - route 66. Within weeks flights were booked a car were hired and colin were recruited and on the morning of saturday 31st august 2002 we set off on us journey.
no messing about: straight on the plane. showing blatant disregard for anything the crew have said about electronic items ben gets his camera out so this is colin me and ben on the plane - destination chicago.
unfortunately we don't have a picture of the human werehorse what were sat near us and that's probably for the best because the higher we got (must of been something to do with atmospheric pressure or summat) the further his eyes went round the side of his head and his features increased in their horsity. ben asks him why the long face, but the bloke doesn't seem to realise that he's now almost totally horse by this point. i asked for some beer but by the time it arrived i'd fell asleep. that's what you get for getting up early in the morning.
landed at philadelphia for to change flights where i had a bunch of hassle with sniffer dogs and then it were back in the air as we headed for chicago and the start of us holiday. and i fell asleep on this plane and all and missed me dinner. well out of order i tell you them swine not waking us up i tell you.