Not often am I a hore for advertising other blogs, in fact there aren’t that many I consider to be worthy of mention simply because we all know that most blogs are written by people who are up their own arse. I am happy to be one of those people, under the delusions that I will gain a fan club of at least three people and a range of clothing with my face displayed for all to see with catchy slogans such as “You can use my face for that kind of cash” and “Warning! Low bridge ahead.”

But for once, it gives me great plesure on the blog to point you all to a full geniune real life roadtrip currently in progress. My good friend Matt, having got bored of Broken Britain, has cast off his shackles (and clothing on the odd occasion, but that’s another story) and has traveled to the prison country down under to remark on many sights while there, and abuse the free wireless as much as possible it seems from reading what he’s wrote so far.

Have no fear gentle and violent readers, he is not alone there, as he has his trusty rusty sidekick, Sox (a sock puppet) with him at all times, possibly to fend off the natives at a moment’s notice.

Take a look at Uncle Matt – The travelling Fraggle and continue to leave various comments about washing powder if possible.

but for now we will leave you with another haunting image from Matt’s Gallery: