Letter from America.......
So what did I think of the good ol' US of A? Well if you're a yank hater then you might be disappointed because I really liked it. They couldn't do enough for us and I don't just mean the smiley people in the stores or at the parks. No, I mean the ordinary people I spoke to...and believe me I spoke to loads especially in the airports. It may be that we have a lot of Kudos there at the moment but whatever, they really seem to like us........and our money....of course.
Things I loved....
1.) WHTQ (96.5 FM) and 102.5 "The Bone"- 2 classic rock stations playing all the best hippy dinosaur rock in the world. Tell me when you last heard Teenage Wasteland by The Who, or Kashmir by Led Zeppelin, or Welcome to the Machine by Pink Floyd played IN FULL with no voiceover or self loving DJ ruining it? In fact when did you ever hear tracks like that? Even Virgin has shied away from this stuff. So,in the UK it's OK to have pompous stations dedicated to long dead Austrian, German, French and Italian composers from 18 fucking whatever, but nothing that plays (on FM anyway) classic stuff like this. Well done to the US, they have more respect for British rock than we do...in fact they can't get enough of it.
2.) Customer Service - yep it might seem false and overly sincere...but I LIKED IT! Return to the UK to be ignored or patronised by some dog shit snot nosed 17 year old on 4 quid an hour and the difference, no matter how faux is clear.
3.) Prices - we are undoubtedly and very clearly still Rip-Off Britain. Everything is cheaper there without question. Even British goods. Explain that to me please?
4.) Diners - everything that a Little Chef and Happy Poxy Eater cannot ever be. Cheap, clean, friendly, good portions, good simple food cooked well and plenty to choose from. Free refills for the kids on drinks and free coffee or tea refills for the adults (I had the kids drinks...well I was on holiday!)
5.) Air conditioning - yep, when the yanks do something they do it properly. The air conditioning is necessary in Florida, but did they half heartedly hang some noisy thing from a window to drip water on passers by? No, they made it integral. In the parks the difference between being outside and in was a big contrast. And when you buy a cold drink from a fridge....its absolutley bloody ice cold because they actually use the fridges cooling capabilities unlike most cold drinks vendors over here who merely use the fridge as a cupboard with minimal cooling.
6.) The cars - yes, they're gas guzzling environmental disasters. But Christ they're fun. Ours had an obscene 5 litre engine, with an 18 gallon tank that cost $32 to fill up up. It roared on kick-down. It was smooth and refined. It had full aircon. It was lovely but unless I win the lottery it won't ever be sitting on my drive.
7.) Kennedy Space Center - awe inspiring, awesome, marvellous and truly moving. Fantastic.
8.) Theme Parks - awe inspiring, clean...very clean, organised, fantastic queue management, its hard NOT to smile. When Baby fainted...a nurse was with us within 3 minutes. Superb.
Things I hated.....
1.) TV - it is truly bollocks. Ad breaks from nowhere, loads of God TV (strangely fascinating), and shopping channels galore. Total bollocks which i'm sure some people would love. the hughlight was an ad for Ronco (remember them) selling a knife set which started as one knife for $39.99 (spread over 3 months at $13.33) and rising after interminably numerous cries of "But wait....theres more" into a 25 piece knife set, with 8 steak knives, a vegeatble cutter a meat thermometer and a rather dildo-ish looking device used for injecting things into meat, such as Olives, or Garlic cloves,or even mashed potato. Unbe-fucking-lievable. The ad was at least 30 minutes long. Crap but compelling
2.) The roads - badly signed, badly lit, poorly laid out, potholed and very, very straight. The M25 is almost forgiven. Oh and it might be an idea if they told you the right hand lane was an exit rather than just letting you drift onto the wrong road. Just a thought.
3.) Dasani water - everywhere in Disney and Universal....No.....No...this is very bad.
4.) US airlines - worse than anything we could devise. Patently struggling with demand during summer and obviously struggling with the new security regime. We left Orlando 2 hours late (weather). Our flight to Gatwick was canned after 3 hours of being on the stand due to the plane being hit by a luggage truck blown into it by the exhaust of another jet. Put into a hotel for the night with NO food or drink. Told the flight was cancelled for 2 days (what no spare aircraft?). Flwon to Atlanta after having to check in again and go through all the security again. Delayed out of Atlanta for an hour and a half due to a computer failure on the way to the runway. Arrived at Gatwick 32 hours later than planned. Next time I want to see the words British and Airways written on the side of my plane.
And thats it. Overall a very impressive place. It's easy to see why only 20% of yanks have a passport when they have so much within their own borders. But it is very insular. Watching or listening to the news you would never know anything existed outside of its borders and I guess its a lot clearer to me why September 11th was such a shock. I'm sure I heard one newsreader refer to "Athens, Europe" when briefly mentioning the Olympics. No mention of Greece then?
Later, Grocerjack
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Philadelphia Bitch……
We flew into Philadelphia in Jacks’ misguided attempt to reduce the costs of the holiday. This is the story…
Plane 2 hours late into Gatwick. Boarded 3 hours late, took off after 2 hours on the stand. US Air had kindly re-booked our onward Orlando flight – I say kindly because several others were informed of an impending hotel stay.
Very nice plane – great entertainment system. Watched Lord of the Rings (the third one) – What a dull bastard film, perhaps its translation to the airline seat back screen was not the best, but it killed over 3 hours of the flight. Transatlantic flights do not contain a lot of scenery, apart from Greenland. Landed 19:45 US time. Went through US immigration in 5 minutes (yes 5 minutes). The guy looked like, and was built like a Marine. But he was friendly and courteous. By his side was the a book called “Jihad”, although I can’t remember the authors name all I could think of was what an odd, or indeed very apt choice of reading that would be for an Immigration officer.
Then we went through the next lot of Security for the internal flight to Orlando. That is where the bitch was. Ugly as fuck, with horrific wriy gingerish hair and thick black framed glasses. My assumption is she was one of the Kwik Fit Fitter type dykes – the sort of dyke that want’s to look like and be like a man. Butch is an understatement. I went through the screening device and bleeped, as per usual (this always happens to me – perhaps I have an artificial limb I’m unaware of). So this dumb Bitch asks me to remove my watch and go again. Another bleep. Hmm. Must be my keys….well I had them in my pocket, so into the tray they went. Another attempt, another bleep. Then she started….”OK Buddy (yep really), that’s once too often, go stand in the pen” I was pointed to a separate penned off area. “Don’t talk to anybody, don’t touch anything” came the screeching voice. A very polite guy came over and started to run the wand over me. It bleeped at my belt, so I removed that. It bleeped at my inhaler, so in the tray with that! It bleeped at a packet of Gaviscon tablets in my shirt pocket. Even the security guy laughed and said “Jeez, any more we should know about” . My response was “I didn’t know I had this much mate!”.
At this point though the Bitch had got GMD to remove loads of bits as well and then she “penned” teenager. Baby had yet to go through, but was suddenly confronted by her 3 closest relatives being penned for extra security. Then Bitch started shouting at my security guy “He’s only got 3 tickets”. She kept shouting this until I finally decided to give her some back. You see, Baby was upset and becoming visibly distraught because Bitch wouldn’t let GMD back to console her. Teenager was also visibly upset now as she was given the wand treatment.
“I’ve got 4 tickets and 4 passports” I shouted
“He’s only got 3 tickets” she shouted again
“FOUR TICKETS, FOUR FUCKING PASSPORTS” I shouted. Alarm flashed over GMD’s eyes, but I had calculated that we were through immigration and were effectively in. Then my security guy butted in.
“He’s got 4 tickets, and 4 passports and 4 boarding passes”
“….uuuh well he only showed me three” said Bitch. But the Humble Pie Lorry had pulled up and was carving her a big slice at this point. I resisted the temptation to give the finger.
Yeah, you stupid bitch. I tried to smuggle someone into the country and your immigration colleague didn’t reconcile the forms and passports to the number of people!
Dumb Bitch then.
Actually Dumb Stupid Ignorant Ugly Bitch.
This did taint our initial impression of America. This was further dented by the 4 hour delay in our onward flight thanks to Tropical Storm Alex (the first named one of the year apparently). Philadelphia Airport is like Victoria Coach Station on the internal side. A dump. Hard seats, the coffee shops all closed at 10. Nowhere to go, nothing to do for four fucking hours. When we finally left for Orlando it was 1 in the morning. We flew above and to the side of Alex which was spectacular to see night, illuminated as it was by copious amounts of lightning. 2 hours of flight allowed me to calm down and accept gracefully that it was no-ones fault but the weather. We finally arrived at the villa at 5:30 in the morning instead of 8:00 the previous evening as expected. I had been on the go for 32 hours non-stop.
A day at the marvellous villa by the pool and an excursion to a Ponderosa, all you can eat for next to fuck all restaurant, and a visit to the amazing local Wal-Mart, which made our local Asda/Wal-Mart look like a corner shop soothed the stresses and within hours we were all back to normal and ready to go. You can buy guns (the hunting type) at Wal-Mart and car tyres there…yep they have an aisle for tyres. I had visions of people doing their weekly/monthly shop and JohnBoy BillyBob turning to his wife (the undoubtedly lovely Mary-Jane) and saying in that deep southern Floridian drawl
“Honey, we need some tyres for the pick up, hold on while I get another truck” (they call supermarket trolleys, trucks!).
More later, GrocerJack
We flew into Philadelphia in Jacks’ misguided attempt to reduce the costs of the holiday. This is the story…
Plane 2 hours late into Gatwick. Boarded 3 hours late, took off after 2 hours on the stand. US Air had kindly re-booked our onward Orlando flight – I say kindly because several others were informed of an impending hotel stay.
Very nice plane – great entertainment system. Watched Lord of the Rings (the third one) – What a dull bastard film, perhaps its translation to the airline seat back screen was not the best, but it killed over 3 hours of the flight. Transatlantic flights do not contain a lot of scenery, apart from Greenland. Landed 19:45 US time. Went through US immigration in 5 minutes (yes 5 minutes). The guy looked like, and was built like a Marine. But he was friendly and courteous. By his side was the a book called “Jihad”, although I can’t remember the authors name all I could think of was what an odd, or indeed very apt choice of reading that would be for an Immigration officer.
Then we went through the next lot of Security for the internal flight to Orlando. That is where the bitch was. Ugly as fuck, with horrific wriy gingerish hair and thick black framed glasses. My assumption is she was one of the Kwik Fit Fitter type dykes – the sort of dyke that want’s to look like and be like a man. Butch is an understatement. I went through the screening device and bleeped, as per usual (this always happens to me – perhaps I have an artificial limb I’m unaware of). So this dumb Bitch asks me to remove my watch and go again. Another bleep. Hmm. Must be my keys….well I had them in my pocket, so into the tray they went. Another attempt, another bleep. Then she started….”OK Buddy (yep really), that’s once too often, go stand in the pen” I was pointed to a separate penned off area. “Don’t talk to anybody, don’t touch anything” came the screeching voice. A very polite guy came over and started to run the wand over me. It bleeped at my belt, so I removed that. It bleeped at my inhaler, so in the tray with that! It bleeped at a packet of Gaviscon tablets in my shirt pocket. Even the security guy laughed and said “Jeez, any more we should know about” . My response was “I didn’t know I had this much mate!”.
At this point though the Bitch had got GMD to remove loads of bits as well and then she “penned” teenager. Baby had yet to go through, but was suddenly confronted by her 3 closest relatives being penned for extra security. Then Bitch started shouting at my security guy “He’s only got 3 tickets”. She kept shouting this until I finally decided to give her some back. You see, Baby was upset and becoming visibly distraught because Bitch wouldn’t let GMD back to console her. Teenager was also visibly upset now as she was given the wand treatment.
“I’ve got 4 tickets and 4 passports” I shouted
“He’s only got 3 tickets” she shouted again
“FOUR TICKETS, FOUR FUCKING PASSPORTS” I shouted. Alarm flashed over GMD’s eyes, but I had calculated that we were through immigration and were effectively in. Then my security guy butted in.
“He’s got 4 tickets, and 4 passports and 4 boarding passes”
“….uuuh well he only showed me three” said Bitch. But the Humble Pie Lorry had pulled up and was carving her a big slice at this point. I resisted the temptation to give the finger.
Yeah, you stupid bitch. I tried to smuggle someone into the country and your immigration colleague didn’t reconcile the forms and passports to the number of people!
Dumb Bitch then.
Actually Dumb Stupid Ignorant Ugly Bitch.
This did taint our initial impression of America. This was further dented by the 4 hour delay in our onward flight thanks to Tropical Storm Alex (the first named one of the year apparently). Philadelphia Airport is like Victoria Coach Station on the internal side. A dump. Hard seats, the coffee shops all closed at 10. Nowhere to go, nothing to do for four fucking hours. When we finally left for Orlando it was 1 in the morning. We flew above and to the side of Alex which was spectacular to see night, illuminated as it was by copious amounts of lightning. 2 hours of flight allowed me to calm down and accept gracefully that it was no-ones fault but the weather. We finally arrived at the villa at 5:30 in the morning instead of 8:00 the previous evening as expected. I had been on the go for 32 hours non-stop.
A day at the marvellous villa by the pool and an excursion to a Ponderosa, all you can eat for next to fuck all restaurant, and a visit to the amazing local Wal-Mart, which made our local Asda/Wal-Mart look like a corner shop soothed the stresses and within hours we were all back to normal and ready to go. You can buy guns (the hunting type) at Wal-Mart and car tyres there…yep they have an aisle for tyres. I had visions of people doing their weekly/monthly shop and JohnBoy BillyBob turning to his wife (the undoubtedly lovely Mary-Jane) and saying in that deep southern Floridian drawl
“Honey, we need some tyres for the pick up, hold on while I get another truck” (they call supermarket trolleys, trucks!).
So, I went out the cynic and came back having had a wonderful time and being converted to the way of life. This has put a spanner in the works of our planned holiday home purchase in France. We are now looking at the long term villa in Florida option. France is favourite because of its comparative nearness....but who knows. Next post will complete my America experience with the nightmare of coming home and a few other bits and pieces of observations. Then its back to normal, otherwise this becomes the blog equivalent of sitting through my holiday slides.
More later, GrocerJack
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Ride’em Cowboy.....
So, here is how the scoring went between me and Teenager in our “ride stare out” bet. It turned out that “It’s a Small World” was closed (phew) so my plan had been thwarted, but she had already cleverly inserted a “fast and furious” clause before we left anyway, meaning that embarrassment was no longer a viable method of winning. This meant it was a tough match.
Rock ‘n’ Roller Rollercoaster featuring Aerosmith – Disney MGM – Teenager and Jack rode this – an absolute stunner to start with going from 0-60 in (allegedly) 2.6 seconds, straight into an inverted loop in the dark. Pins you to the seat. Quality ride, completed 4 times during the day. Score 1-1
Twilight Zone Tower of Terror – Disney MGM – Teenager and Jack completed this several times including once at night. Sheer terror and playing brilliantly on most people’s fear of runaway lifts. Another quality ride. Score 2-2.
Dr Dooms Fearfall – Universal Islands of Adventure (hereafter known as UIOA) – What a letdown. 200 ft high you are sent upwards at high speed and dropped just as quickly and errr….thats it. The remainder of the 30 seconds or so were as frightening as bouncing on the end of your bed…..er….. on your own of course. Oh dear. 3-3
The Hulk – UIOA – fuck me what a ride (as the actress probably once said to a man of the cloth) – this bastard is high and long and unlike most coasters doesn’t winch you to the top slowly and let gravity do the rest…oh no. This one makes you think that is what will happen but halfway up the first bit it shoots you out of the tunnel straight into an inverted loop at fuck knows what speed. All I know is that I had around 7 or 8 goes and NEVER got used to that start. 4-4
Spiderman – UIOA – not scary but absolute class. 3D glasses required ut the effect is mind blowing. Spidey even lands on your car bonnet and the whole thing judders as he does it. I doubt the ride goes more than 20 ft in the air and is totally indoors. But the bit that makes you think you are going up the side of the Empire State building and then falling off it made GMD nearly pass out. Quality ride. 5-5
Duelling Dragons – UIOA – 2 coasters intertwined (Fire and Ice) giving the impression that at several points you will collide with the other, or that your legs will smash into the occupants of the other coaster legs, splintering bones and leaving you in agonising pain for life. 6-6
Revenge of The Mummy – fuck me what a ride again (said the actresses sister to the Bishops vibrating friend) – Universal Studios – I cannot really describe this because it is not tall, high or in 3D. But is frightening, fucking fast, hot, cold, wet and superb. 7-7
And so it went on……..incluidng the 3 massive bastards at Busch Gardens and the wonderful (and possibly the best) ride called Kraken at Seaworld (which got 8 goes overall). We were level and it was looking to be an honourable draw. Lets call it 14-14.
But then……. At Blizzard Beach, a Disney water park…Jack threw the gauntlet down. Summit Plummet is a water slide. So what I hear you say? Well…it’s not just a water slide………its 120ft high, the drop off the edge is sheer, absolutely sheer. You reach 60mph and it lasts just over 6 seconds. 6 seconds of absolute naked fucking terror. One to test the nether regions and the swimming cossie. We queued for an hour. At 100ft Teenager was looking peaky. Jack was also feeling a bit sweaty and not because of the heat. You see Jack has (well had) an aversion to heights. Vertigo when standing on a chair to change a light bulb….you know what I mean. Anyway I suspected a chink in the armour and so being a real bastard I did a little gamesmanship and would grab the handrail and say “whoah did this thing move?”…..yes she was definitely getting jittery. At 110 ft we heard the familiar cheery shout from GMD, herself a self confessed heights/water phobic. She was at 80ft on the “rapids” ride in a doughnut thing. Quick as a flash….Teenager was off….”Sorry Dad….I can’t do it…I just can’t do it”. “That’s alright Sweetie” says I, rejoicing deep inside. I smiled, she looked sad and went back down. 5 minutes later Jack had launched himself off this fearsome bastard of a slide.
Jack had won. Defeat was taken with dignity, victory was taken with…constant Chicken noises and copious amounts of Chicken meals at every snack break. Cheap…yes, underhand…yes, selfish…yes, did it feel good? Abso-fucking-lutely. To cap it off for Teenager……Baby did the slide as well straight after me…….yes Baby did it as well. Even Baby beat Teenager. All I could hear was the sound of pegs being descended. And if you think ’m mean….just think……in a few years my blood pressure will not be able to take this stuff…so it was important for my pride and dignity to do this now. My victory is recorded in Jack’s family history. Her day will come….but not just yet.
More later, when technical problems are finally erased, GrocerJack
So, here is how the scoring went between me and Teenager in our “ride stare out” bet. It turned out that “It’s a Small World” was closed (phew) so my plan had been thwarted, but she had already cleverly inserted a “fast and furious” clause before we left anyway, meaning that embarrassment was no longer a viable method of winning. This meant it was a tough match.
Rock ‘n’ Roller Rollercoaster featuring Aerosmith – Disney MGM – Teenager and Jack rode this – an absolute stunner to start with going from 0-60 in (allegedly) 2.6 seconds, straight into an inverted loop in the dark. Pins you to the seat. Quality ride, completed 4 times during the day. Score 1-1
Twilight Zone Tower of Terror – Disney MGM – Teenager and Jack completed this several times including once at night. Sheer terror and playing brilliantly on most people’s fear of runaway lifts. Another quality ride. Score 2-2.
Dr Dooms Fearfall – Universal Islands of Adventure (hereafter known as UIOA) – What a letdown. 200 ft high you are sent upwards at high speed and dropped just as quickly and errr….thats it. The remainder of the 30 seconds or so were as frightening as bouncing on the end of your bed…..er….. on your own of course. Oh dear. 3-3
The Hulk – UIOA – fuck me what a ride (as the actress probably once said to a man of the cloth) – this bastard is high and long and unlike most coasters doesn’t winch you to the top slowly and let gravity do the rest…oh no. This one makes you think that is what will happen but halfway up the first bit it shoots you out of the tunnel straight into an inverted loop at fuck knows what speed. All I know is that I had around 7 or 8 goes and NEVER got used to that start. 4-4
Spiderman – UIOA – not scary but absolute class. 3D glasses required ut the effect is mind blowing. Spidey even lands on your car bonnet and the whole thing judders as he does it. I doubt the ride goes more than 20 ft in the air and is totally indoors. But the bit that makes you think you are going up the side of the Empire State building and then falling off it made GMD nearly pass out. Quality ride. 5-5
Duelling Dragons – UIOA – 2 coasters intertwined (Fire and Ice) giving the impression that at several points you will collide with the other, or that your legs will smash into the occupants of the other coaster legs, splintering bones and leaving you in agonising pain for life. 6-6
Revenge of The Mummy – fuck me what a ride again (said the actresses sister to the Bishops vibrating friend) – Universal Studios – I cannot really describe this because it is not tall, high or in 3D. But is frightening, fucking fast, hot, cold, wet and superb. 7-7
And so it went on……..incluidng the 3 massive bastards at Busch Gardens and the wonderful (and possibly the best) ride called Kraken at Seaworld (which got 8 goes overall). We were level and it was looking to be an honourable draw. Lets call it 14-14.
But then……. At Blizzard Beach, a Disney water park…Jack threw the gauntlet down. Summit Plummet is a water slide. So what I hear you say? Well…it’s not just a water slide………its 120ft high, the drop off the edge is sheer, absolutely sheer. You reach 60mph and it lasts just over 6 seconds. 6 seconds of absolute naked fucking terror. One to test the nether regions and the swimming cossie. We queued for an hour. At 100ft Teenager was looking peaky. Jack was also feeling a bit sweaty and not because of the heat. You see Jack has (well had) an aversion to heights. Vertigo when standing on a chair to change a light bulb….you know what I mean. Anyway I suspected a chink in the armour and so being a real bastard I did a little gamesmanship and would grab the handrail and say “whoah did this thing move?”…..yes she was definitely getting jittery. At 110 ft we heard the familiar cheery shout from GMD, herself a self confessed heights/water phobic. She was at 80ft on the “rapids” ride in a doughnut thing. Quick as a flash….Teenager was off….”Sorry Dad….I can’t do it…I just can’t do it”. “That’s alright Sweetie” says I, rejoicing deep inside. I smiled, she looked sad and went back down. 5 minutes later Jack had launched himself off this fearsome bastard of a slide.
Jack had won. Defeat was taken with dignity, victory was taken with…constant Chicken noises and copious amounts of Chicken meals at every snack break. Cheap…yes, underhand…yes, selfish…yes, did it feel good? Abso-fucking-lutely. To cap it off for Teenager……Baby did the slide as well straight after me…….yes Baby did it as well. Even Baby beat Teenager. All I could hear was the sound of pegs being descended. And if you think ’m mean….just think……in a few years my blood pressure will not be able to take this stuff…so it was important for my pride and dignity to do this now. My victory is recorded in Jack’s family history. Her day will come….but not just yet.
More later, when technical problems are finally erased, GrocerJack
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Jack is Back......without Charley!
Yes, my friends, I'm back and currently jet lagged beyong fucking belief,. I will be mostly resting today whilst reading the thoughts of those blogs I link to. Strange how I missed reading the musings of Watski, Dimaond Geezer, Inspector Sands, Croxy, Mick, Haddocktwat and the others but I resisted any temptations to post from Sunny Florida. I also need to put a little thought into my Jack Over America postings. Some highlights though
1. ) Stitched by the Airlines again....now it's personal. They hate me, I hate them. From now on it's BA only for me.
2.) I won! Teenager lost by one ride, but to be fair it was a monstrously scary one and she lost with honour and dignity even if she has no idea what those words mean.
3.) Charley, came after me like a demented stalker. One minute missing us completely and then changing direction and hitting us directly...yes bang on target, right over the top of the villa!
4.) Americans....some humble pie and changes in thought about these people. Aprt from the bitch at Philadelphia airport. I hope she cops an unfortunate one soon.
5.) The rides........what can I say......they make our theme park rides look like a slightly bumpy cycle ride.
More, much more after some sleep re-synchronisation.
Later, GrocerJack
Yes, my friends, I'm back and currently jet lagged beyong fucking belief,. I will be mostly resting today whilst reading the thoughts of those blogs I link to. Strange how I missed reading the musings of Watski, Dimaond Geezer, Inspector Sands, Croxy, Mick, Haddocktwat and the others but I resisted any temptations to post from Sunny Florida. I also need to put a little thought into my Jack Over America postings. Some highlights though
1. ) Stitched by the Airlines again....now it's personal. They hate me, I hate them. From now on it's BA only for me.
2.) I won! Teenager lost by one ride, but to be fair it was a monstrously scary one and she lost with honour and dignity even if she has no idea what those words mean.
3.) Charley, came after me like a demented stalker. One minute missing us completely and then changing direction and hitting us directly...yes bang on target, right over the top of the villa!
4.) Americans....some humble pie and changes in thought about these people. Aprt from the bitch at Philadelphia airport. I hope she cops an unfortunate one soon.
5.) The rides........what can I say......they make our theme park rides look like a slightly bumpy cycle ride.
More, much more after some sleep re-synchronisation.
Later, GrocerJack
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