Tags: Flying
LonDumb – Part VI (Or, Am I Being Deported?)
Continuing on from… LonDumb – Part I LonDumb – Part II LonDumb – Part III LonDumb – Part IV LonDumb – Part V Pompeii – Bastille Eating all that paper. Not the best preparation for a flight back to America. Customs. Fully to the fore. What if they do what they did to Kailand?! ButREAD MORE
LonDumb – Part V (Or… Why Did I Eat Paper?)
(Continuing on from… LonDumb – Part I LonDumb – Part II LonDumb – Part III LonDumb – Part IV) Walking On Broken Glass – Annie Lennox Pa Ranoid they might call me, if my name was Pa, Paddy, Pat or Patrick. Thankfully, it is none of the above. But I am paranoid. And I’m in a hotel lobby. OnREAD MORE
Boys Town To Manhattan!
New York New York – Frank Sinatra So I land. Collect my bag. Walk out the airport doors. Cross the zebra crossing. And hear a guy stuck in traffic shouting at me out of his mini van window. “Welcome to New York, you’re going to rock it in this city, am I right?!” Before IREAD MORE
Sheep. Strawberries. And. Pat.
Chigadaging - Ukulélé Club de Paris “It’s just great that you’re back!” Yeah, mighty! “How was the flight? What did you eat? Have you eaten? What would you like to eat? I have chicken, turkey, ham, steak-” Mum… “Oh right, something healthier? I have salad, salmon, sea bass-” No, Mum… Mum. “We could get something elseREAD MORE
It Was All A Dream…
(This shall be the first part of a however-many-parts-it-takes-parter series about my recent mighty adventure to Heaven and Hell. Split it up. One blogaruu all on its own could be a tad long perhaps indeed. Read. On!) This Sweet Love (Prins Thomas Sneaky Edit) – James Yuill Like all mighty trips to heaven, I didn’tREAD MORE
Smells Like Summer. Tastes Like Christmas Tree.
Need You Now – Cut Copy Invaluable few lessons have re-reared their heads in the past few days. Just in case I ever forgot… 1. It only takes an instant to dislike me. Kind of odd. Take tonight. Met my buddy Chowder in Barneys for a pint. Ordered up. Standing at the bar. Random girlREAD MORE
Vaseline. Alley. Riding. Carrots.
Not too sure what a typical Valentine’s Day consists of… Bed. Breakfast. Chocolates. Flowers. Wining. Dining. Whining. Drunk. Lingerie. Hip hip hooray? Not too sure. Mine was similar enough to that. Ish. Kind of. Not at all. More like a typical Sunday. Back in the pre-cave days. Hand bags. Man bags. Russian. Riding. Chinese. Haggling.READ MORE
Red Or White?
I shall not lie, over the past few days I was unsure if the 100th mark would be reached, never mind broken. However, I have decided to prove myself wrong, and write on! The reason for this uncertainty, initially, was due to me being unsure how long more I could stay in America for, on thisREAD MORE
