Welcome, children, to the last post on my round the world travels. I'm definately home now, compounded by the fact I've got a job, have sent away my application to the forces and thoroughly hate neds. It's day 5 of my post-modern pentathalon - 5 days of blotto to you and me - and I'm beginning to feell like pish. It's been a little over 2 weeks since I last spoke to you, so here's what's

Good day, my friends. I am now back in Glasgow, the joint Buckfast and Kappa capital of the world. Since the day of leaving LA, I have arrived in 'Nedsville' by way of Phoenix, St Louis, Detroit, Boston, New York and London. Fiz. Back in LA, I took some folk up flying at night which was fizin, said goodbye to some seriously decent folk at the academy and Peter gave me a lift to LAX and

Eveningtide, sports fans. Yes, it's back, and it's more overdue than ever before! A quick happy birthday to Chazza! Have a quality BBQ, will see you all in a bit. You are currently reading the words of a registered private pilot, Captain Andrew McAllister. Yesterday I went up in the air with my examiner, a rather large gentleman, and managed to stop the airplane crashing for a full 2

Hello all you love gods. Just now I'm sitting by the pool nursing the worst hangover I've ever had in my entire life. Last night Pete and I managed to stumble into a college toga party clutching a 2 litre bottle of vodka and coke. We were ejected from the party later on by some Mexican dude with a problem with us Brits getting all the action! The single best thing to bring with you while

Folks I sit here in my flight academy half naked after my first ever solo flight in my wee plane. Now that I've got your attention, I'll explain properly from the beginning. Millar and I head to go and see John Mayer and Maroon 5 live at the Verizon Wireless amphitheatre in Irvine, LA. Absolutely fizin. If you want to see some crap videos from the concert they are here and