When Max, 19, hit the road

With much thanks to UK Judd for alerting me to the existence of this travel blog, written for The Guardian by an unfortunate skinny-jean-loving twat of a 19 year old who is probably hanging himself right now. The poor lad, "Max, 19" has been given a blog to chronicle his thought about a trip to India. Unfortunately his thoughts, much like the plannned trip, is a cliche sandwich and the blog reads like... well, read it for yourself. Then cringe and remember you were once young and stupid but not stupid enough to blog about it. Oh wait... Anyway Max has been blasted for it, prompting facebook groups, wikiepdia entries and some of the funniest comments I've read on a Guardian column since possibly ever (my favourite? Cross between "You're everything I hate about everything" and "Who knows, maybe he'll meet one of these "blacks" I keep hearing about..."). Personally I can't wait for the next installment.

UPDATE: Tragically Max, 19 will not be returning for blog number two. I am being quite serious in saying I'm genuinely sorry. I think he would have won a bit of respect if he'd sort of plugged on in the face of it all or, even better, spent the entire blog returning fire, but there you go. Kids today just don't have the stones for it.