In France, mainly, and also Spain. Best thing: swimming in a cold mountain river. Worst thing: already blanked from mind.
Swapped the too long tome about the Civil War for a book called "Bloody Foreigners", about immigration to Britain since prehistoric times. Turns out racists are idiots. Who knew?
Very good book, although I'm up to the nineteen sixties now and it's beginning to get a bit bleak.
In Grey Bloke world, work continues on the most involved episode so far, which is musical and involves about a thousand per cent more drawing than any previous chapter. And now I'm going to dabble a little in the pilot script and see if I can't up the funny.
On YouTube, I've been enjoying the rantings of gorilla199, a born-again David Icke-reading UFO conspiracy theorist who looks like he doesn't sleep much. One of his main obsessions is Alexandra Palace in London, which is simply plastered with satanic/alien/freemason symbols if you know what to look for (circles, basically).