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I’m not very good at being sick. Don’t get the practice, you see. England’s not a fun place to get sick, as I found out a few years ago during the great morris dancing calf muscle insurance giggle ordeal. This time though instead of forking out 8000 squid for a 90 second appointment, I’d do…
I was just going through my newsfeeds in Google Reader – which I periodically do – to prune them back to a manageable firehose of continuously new information. I’m subscribed to what I can only describe as a disturbing number of feeds, and from time to time this becomes problematic, as I possess neither the…
Aside from waxing enthusiastic about the size of our hotel room, I don’t suppose I said much about our trip to Vegas, did I? Funny old place, Las Vegas – used to be a nice grassy place due to its nearby underground water sources, and quite a well-positioned cattle ranch as a result of it….
London – Restaurants – Italian & Pizza As soon as we walked in the old bloke (who you logically assume to be Sergio) treated us like old friends, despite us never having set foot in the place before. It felt warm, cheery, and welcoming – and that flying start was only improved upon by the…
Straight from the horse’s mouth. Oh well, at least it’ll reduce the aggregate global amount of sphincter-twitching that goes on from day to day.
This project of writing up my Vegas trip is proving more difficult than I thought, so in the meantime, I’d like to document my enthusiasm and surprise for the particular part of south London I’ve spent the last 12 or so hours in. Previously I had understood that it was totally inaccessible (the A to…
It has to be said – relaxing in a classy hotel room is wayyyy better than dragging one’s sorry exhausted arse through cattle-class flights & unfriendly airports. Presently I’m sitting in our loungeroom at the Trump International Tower, looking out across Downtown and over into the mountains. Our room is amazing. Seriously, this is the…
G’day thrillseekers! You can tell when I’m bored when I start blogging things as I’m actually doing them. In a fit of disastrous forward planning, I’ve got 6 hours to kill in Dulles Washington Airport, on my way to Las Vegas. It hasn’t taken long to ascertain that Dulles is in fact nowhere usefully near…
So, I tend to quote a lot of British Comedy at people, right? By which I mean lines from TV shows and movies – stuff like Blackadder, Monty Python, Red Dwarf, The Young Ones, Bad News, etc. – as this was my peer group’s aggregate sense of humour, and we all enjoyed being able to…