At this time every year thousands of sunworshipping Brits head to warmer climes for their annual roasting. In accordance with our rich heritage, there's nothing we like more than a quick jaunt 'round the world annoying the natives. But in the true spirit ot 1992, the British are becoming noted for their catholic tastes abroad - paella and chips, spaghetti and chips, ouzo and chips - we'll try anything. To make the best of your cultural excursions there are three things you must remember to pack. 1: A knotted hanky. 2: A jumbo bottle of Daddies brown sauce - impossible to find south of Bournemouth, 3: The latest copy of PHAZE 1, so your weeks wait at terminal 3 is slightly more bearable. Here we go! Here we go! Here we go!