The Hills Are Stuffed With Swedish Girls

...you remember we used to joke how in the next glen we were going to come across some mythically hot European birds, all lost and sweaty and lovely? Well, pack your bags cos I've just found out they really do exist. .....Coming from your best friend, this sounds wonderful. Now that the love of your life has left and you got fired, some boys-in-the-hills-action is just what you fancy. But there are problems. There's your upper-class flatmate who gets the shakes if he goes more than half a mile from a delicatessen. And you'll have to take the cat, but he will insist on murdering things. Then there's your best friend himself, a vodka-toting maniac whose last great idea was snorting gunpowder... What's going to happen when you re all up a rainy glen in a leaky tent? How much damage is it possible to do on a distillery tour? Will anyone apart from the cat actually get a shag? There's only one way to find out. Pack your rucksack, lace your boots and head for the hills with the boys...