Woodstock Barbie

Phil, the Kiwi in the office, is finishing up his contract, throwing his family into a van and buggering off to the continent - i.e. those bits of Europe where Johnny Foreigner lives. 3 months later, he will be heading back to New Zealand. Check it all out here.

We were invited to the most important part of the preperations; the pre-trip barbie.

Meat - check. Beer - check. Camera - check. OK, we're all fixed up...

Thought I'd take along some porn.

This big fella is dedicated to putting the garbos out of business.

Fresh from an arduous hunting trip during which The Beast of Oxfordshire was finally grappled to the ground - in the freezer section of Safeway, natch - the lads relax with a couple of cold ones.

Cooking, it seems, is a little more than applying fire to meat.

This young chap decided to 'fix' the wind chimes.

Erecting the spoils of war - or, in this case, a village pub-crawl.

Getting the offer of a lift right to our hotel, and having eaten and drunk as much as we could, it was time to bugger off quick. Still, the night is young and the pubs are open...

Proper English warmed-up beer. And a chick's drink.

Reminder of a more civilised age when cigarette warnings made sense.