I wouldn’t normally pimp another blog to you – not least one that is chronicling the awesome adventures of someone who isn’t myself, dammit – but this is a special case.
Sunburnt and cider drunk at Truck, July 2006
My good buddy Glen Christie is in the States as we speak, at the start of a huge journey all over the country with a few mates. They’re driving around most of the country, sampling America’s best (or worst) in fast food.
Much more than just a Brits abroad lads’ tour (“Rooney!”), the boys from Dundee and St Andrews have already made a brilliant job of documenting the trip in photographs, video and words. Not just that, but the breakdowns of the fast food joints they visit are often frighteningly detailed, and only stand to get more so.
The link to check out is http://fastfoodtour09.blogspot.com/ or you can follow them on Twitter: @fastfoodtour09
As I say – I wouldn’t normally feel compelled to shout about someone else’s project, but it’s being done so well that I do. And the other factor is that I’ve had the astonishing good fortune to spend many trips in Glen’s company, whether it’s been following the alt-country singer everyone loves to hate around the country, going to festivals, taking an impromptu trip to Switzerland, driving out to remote Scottish beaches and sitting astride dormant volcanoes, or barbecues and travelodges in the dead of night in Somerset. So I know what a fantastic travel buddy he is, and this only serves to make me feel even more jealous that I’m not on the journey with him.
Finally though, one particularly lovely memory, from the banks of Lake Geneva in October 2006, thankfully captured on video by our mutual friend (or enemy?!) John Tucker, is presented here for you with pleasure:
Now, that’s quite enough Glen-fawning for one lifetime, I need to spend more time with John I think…
