Wales (or Cymruffllmmllllqqqwwwjjjfjjjpppffffr... if you speak Welsh that is.)

Wales! Land of leaks, daffodills, and castles... lovely country that I'm going to return to. Not just because the Major lives there; but because it is a lovely place. It's a bit like Scotland but without the vowels. Oh yeah, Welsh (the language) is completely incomprehensible. It's like speaking Norwegian under water... Still it makes for a lovely character and it translates beautifully into song. The Welsh are awesome singers. So here is my trip around Wales...

Sir Chopper of Caerphilly. That's not how it's spelt but I don't have enough "Q" and "R" buttons to really flesh it out.



Air Marshall Chopper rocking the ballista. How cool is that? Sadly they wouldn't give us any arrows to fire at the annoying American/Canadian tourists. FYI - We are a VERY annoying people...


The Major trying to read a sign. I told you it was a weird language... or maybe he is just a weird bloke...

I'm A Dick

So I have been a bit of a dick about updating this bad boy. Basically I've been heart broken and burying myself in work so not a lot has happened in the Chopper-verse. Fortunately, I've had a few decent weekends during this time and decided I'd share them with ya'll. So without further ado...

Here's me wasted and hanging out with a leopard. Thanks to Mr. Williams for this one.



This is a beautiful garden in Brighton... Gay capital of Britain. (Though don't announce that to too many people. I've found they don't like that. It's only funny to straight people...) Nevertheless, lovely, intelligent, (mostly) well dressed people in this town. And reasonably priced drinks to. Sadly the shitty Brighton pier roller coaster is stupidly expensive.



This is cool. This is Brighton Pavillion. There is something famous and historic about this but Jess and I decided to go for tapas and wine rather than find out what it was. I'm sure it was interesting though...