Well, whilst the rest of you were enjoying the rain and the squabbling that passes as politics nowadays, Baxter and I were having a jolly old time in Yucatan, Mexico.
For a third world nation of drug traffickers i cannot fault the Mexicans hospitality, food, cerveza, golf courses, ancient ruins or chicas.
They do however, have a lot to be desired for dress sense, music and whiskey but these minor issues are far outweighed by the above (apart from the malts that is, that alcoholic cactus juice they palm off is rancid at the best of times.)
We hired a grand old vehicle and drove the route from Mexico City (a damned polluted hell hole if ever i have been to one, the worst being Kabul, but there I did have irate tribesmen shooting at me)to Cancun, as everyone knows as "Las Vegas by the sea"
We stayed at some quality Hyatts en route and enjoyed large amounts of the local cuisine and firewaters whilst being entertained by the locals.
Not once did i wonder about Browns dilemma, Camerons future, the battle between Murdoch and the Castle, inane comments on Have Your Say or the stupidity of large sections of the British Public.
In a word, bliss.
Instead I worried about decreasing my handicap, dysentery ,mosquitoes, bandits and women of a wanton nature!
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