After yet more happenings in the world which will have all the people who care dearly for their pound coins crying after another day filled with issues for those lovable bankers (I wrote bankers), it’s nice to get away from it all. To wander off into the wilderness, to seek out new life and new civilisations. To boldly rip off that sci-fi series’ catchphrase like everyone else has done before.

That’s what is in store for the Lord of Leisure, as he boards the freedom train. WHOOP WHOOP!

Well, ok, the freedom train is actually a plane, and the destination isn’t the sun swept islands we all know and vomit over which also happen to feature in all adverts for Bounty chocolate and that holiday place that doesn’t like gay people.

Two people, a man and a woman who for the sake of illustration, we’ll call them Steve and Kristi, because that’s their names are soon to embark on the soul destroying, argument ridden and possibly life threatening journey which in some cultures, is called “Marriage.”

Ok, the above isn’t going to happen, but come on, those who are married for a long time always paint a really bad picture of it, and you do end up wondering why the hell it ever happens, but happens it always does.

Meanwhile, the happy couple are going to be tying themselves up in a knot, over in the world class holiday destination Estonia, filled with…err…Estonians….and…..light bulbs…OK, I have no idea what is out there really, but shortly after a booze filled evening stuck at the airport then struggling to stand up, let alone make it through the check in process, and evade having a cavity search, I aim to find out what is there.

Saturday is the blessed day when it all occurs and I hope that the readers here raise an imaginary glass filled with milk for the bride and groom in celebration. There will be lots of pictures aplenty and maybe a story to tell about the lack of towels in the hotel room in the days ahead but for now dear campers, ALL ABOARD!!