Day 2: Again, taken from Facebook.
Djurs Sommerland, Tivoli Friheden and the streets of Aarhus provide us with the location for some more antics, including a drunken adventure through Denmark's Second City.
After being pulled over by the police, Neal relaxed with a Pony.
Brad is trying to mask his pony envy.
Some people were too cool to run like squawking magpies for the chlidren's play equipment. Dullards.
This is a cool fountain next to piraten. It pleased me, so I took a photo.
These people do not please me, yet they still got a photo. There's seemingly no logic.
Marc is pondering whether to get a Daim Bar Ice-cream or take over the world.
Will, seriously flirting with the idea of a smile.
Aha, Will, you're fooling no-one.
Everyone's looking away, what are they trying not to look at?
Aaah, Neal and Mark. Must be an F1 conversation no doubt.
Ryan, displaying inappropriate sucking action.
Pierre stares intently at the camera, anything to avoid looking at the two ginger people behind him.
American kids are too cool for us. They've moved on from Swine Flu to the latest animal illness du jour.
These sunglasses make Will 24% cooler.
Marc Leigh. Missing Thorpe Park, but hiding it well.
I want a friend to count with.
Gun Emplacements. Exactly what Thorpe Park need.
Standing is Verbotten in the Big Apple of silence.
Dragen. My 250th Coaster. I didn't have a sign though because I'm not as cool as Ian.
I'm glad to see the tradition of bad milestones is still alive.
My 300th is expected on the Isle of Wight of all places!
Sad face, I'm on 298 still and IOW has been and gone.
Joy Fail.
I took a low level shot to make it look bigger and scarier.
It worked for Ian.
Some People. On a Big Apple. Called Dragen. 23 days ago.
Note to Thorpe Park, Tivoli Friheden is a city park, and it's also perfectly clean the two are not exclusive.
Epic Fail in 3... 2... 1...
See Previous photo for caption.
Only Dave and Matt managed this.
Must be a ginger thing.
Ali, attempting a Smooth Criminal Anti-Gravity lean without being nailed to the floor.
Matt learns the hard way not to insult Ferrari within Neal's earshot.
Taylor. this one's for you.
The first of the SCAD-Tower Jumpers.
They charged £6 for a bottle of cider. Luckily it wasn't the Bill Bailey look-a-like otherwise the ice would have been in his face rather than discreetly into the river.
Even Mark agrees that cider with Ice is just wrong.
Peter is shocked to see someone as young as Martyn in the pub.
It's a disgrace really...
Neal and I left the pub and went for a walk round Aarhus.
This is the set from the car chase scene in The Borrowers: Die Harder. No really. It is.
Something tried to grab Neal's foot. Why would we lie?
There was a slutspurt. Neal saw some Ferrari merchandise no doubt.
This virgin was no pushover even for a drunken yob.
She left me feeling exhausted in my efforts to roll her over.
A half naked Mannequin. Suddenly we realised we weren't in Middle England any more.
Out here, they don't even realise Buddy Holly's died yet.
Neal will ride any drunken hippo when he's had a few drinks.
Signs. They're not for everyone.
Bus drivers don't like it when you do this though.
For directions to the nearest Neal. Please follow the blue signs.
We found a gym up a flight of stairs, although I can't remember why we felt the need to go up the stairs.
Although we approve of the gym's subtle policy of not allowing fat people in.
Neal liked this lamppost. I didn't sing Lovestruck by Madness as it would have only confused Danish people into wanting an autopgraph.
This is the House of Royksopp.
Obvious labels. Now in red neon.
The canal. Good for shouting Coaster-Force down loudly
We saw a Honda.
Can you guess what we photographed next?
A bike rack fell off and hit Neal.
(Better than a canoe rack. Durham University Canoe Club, I'm talking to you.)
Obligatory crashed into wall shot.
Serendipidous taken away in ambulance shot.
Here endeth out adventure. I attempted a sad face, but it was not satisfactory.
This was too myspacesque.
This will have to do