Category Archives: World Tour

Giving up work, home and car in the middle of a recession and spending my redundancy money on travelling the world with Wifey was always an entirely daft thing to do. It has been described as “brilliant” and “brave” by … Continue reading →

So the Furious tour crash landed back in the UK just in time for the coldest, wettest miserablist Spring since the last mammoth gave up living as an option. Charmed I’m sure but having spent the fat end of a … Continue reading →

Standing at Victoria Coach Station somewhat dishevelled, clutching a bottle of Irn Bru like a Glaswegian vagrant one couldn’t help but think that some of the glamour of this World Tour malarkey was starting to wear a tad thin. Wifey … Continue reading →

The days in South East Asia have rushed past like a hunting wolf pack; magnificent, with the flashing of savage smiles, hearts beating hard with excitement and a smell in the air of pure living. In reflection it is hard … Continue reading →

The Furious World Tour was in Melbourne when Tottenham beat Newcastle United thanks to a goal and four assists from a player who should, by any definition of fairness, have been ineligible. Firstly, Premiership teams have no business doing other … Continue reading →

Our mate Jon asked what we thought of Sydney and Wifey said we liked it but we didn’t love it. “You don’t have to love Sydney,” Jon replied, “Sydney is already in love with itself.” You can’t help but see … Continue reading →

Previously on the Furious World Tour: the titular idiot Furious, with his brain made of diesel fumes and moon beams, left England in June 2011 with Wifey, his long suffering and considerably better half. A trail of bewilderment, empty beer … Continue reading →

Wifey and I emerged blinking into the bright New Zealand sunshine like we had just stumbled out of the Wardrobe that is the gateway to Narnia in The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe. We checked the time; 11 o’clock … Continue reading →