Back once again with the ill behaviour it's Jimbo Sluutes.

Dear Diary,

We crossed the border into Switzerland. I hoped the fresh mountain air would have mellowed Pete but he’s just as mean to me. He pulled my beard out and I had to hide in my bunk before he started on me nethers. I felt a bit peaky before the show but my tummy felt nice after a few fun sized mars bars. The crowd was great but none of the spoke a lick of Irish so me jokes about the Ballycashel Echo went down like a lead balloon. Anyway, I gotta sign off now as I can hear Pete stirring and he’ll be angry if I don’t get his poachies on the go.

Your dearest,

Jimi Sluutes