Sticky Fingers, Journalist

The lads outdo themselves in Paris by getting kicked out of the Palais de Tokyo.

Pissing in photo shoots, missing band members... Yep, the Sticky Fingers fellas are back!

Travelling 'round the world with an expired passport WILL catch up with you...

Internal head-butts and breaking-up kid fights - it's the UK, Sticky Fingers style!

Prepare yourselves - Sticky Fingers are blogging their ovreseas adventures for us again. Remember last time?

"I'm struggling a bit writing this one to be honest. Over the next couple nights we had a seriously fun, and over indulgent time in the UK."

"At this stage we were all pretty red faced and smiley. And necking French Pastisse from the bottle. It's fucking delicious - cheers for the tip Jerome."

"The unlucky piece of shit got towed away and replaced with our new home. Bye bye black beauty, hello white stallion."

"Dylan was out of his mind. Talking in tongue on the train and generally being a misfit. I don't reckon the Frenchies knew what to make of us at this point."

"Our first night in France we ended up at Walkabout Aussie bar and got totally loaded. I copped a backhand from our French booker Gerald, who was not impressed with our monkey business."