It's all about sheep, innit.

Well, after Andrew's loverly introduction, I must insist, dear reader, that you must get to grips with the whole point of the trip, which Mr. ZM seems to have left out. See, Mr. ZM, as I shall now call him (except for the points where he will be sleeping in the passenger/driver seat and starts snoring - at that point my descriptions will change..)(of course with all due love and respect)(no, really, I mean it)(OK, so I snore as well. Still, I don't wake myself up with my own snores do I?) has left out the most important part of this trip. (That sentence does make sense. No, really, it does!)

We have been informed by knowledgeable sources (did I spell that right? I think I did. someone get a dictionary out) that New Zealand is suffering from a chronic sheep shortage. To this end, we thought it would be only fitting that as the two foremost sheep experts from Malta (one currently studying for his PhD in Weaving Other Obvious Legends (WOOL) in the U.K., the other an expert in Being An Ass (BAA)), we would go to New Zealand and offer our professional advice as to how to get these sheep to, as it were, reproduce. We think we have just the right amount of erogenous material to precipitate the growth and copulation of the sheep population in this mysterious country of lack-of-wooliness.

Oh, we might also be doing other stuff, by the way. But more on that later.

Let's get this tractor started!