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Goody goody wine drops…
I got love for you. If you were big in the 70's, the 70's...
So, The Goodies.
I am barely old enough to remember them. Tim Brook Taylor was on my flight over to Oz (comedy festival in Sydney, no comedians of their own), and the poor blighter dropped his wine glass on the floor twice.
Now, don’t get me wrong. We all get old and doddery, but dropping alcohol twice? Crime where I come from is that…
Aussie news on now. Some retard politician (sorry, I’m pissed), got a great line from a speech writer; ‘The Paris Hilton of public spending’. What a dick. Twat face dick head thinks he’s so smart saying it, but makes him look like a tit.
Almost makes you glad ours have their own expenses scandal to contend with….
Iain is drunkenly ready for sleeps…
Day two: Chinatown (and the dollys) broke me…
Forget Paris Hilton, this is my NBF...
Day two, and already I find myself in a world of pain…
So, last night, I end up bumping into a rather nice Welshman and his colleagues in SG’s ChinaTown. (SG, get me like a local after a day!).
They all worked in ‘aviation’.
It didn’t take much intelligence (given the amount of bleach, tan, and two for one cocktails being knocked back), to work out that their particular branch of aviation is usually described by us normal punters, as crew.
Or trolley dolly’s if you are being mean…
I used to be somewhat boastful about my ability to drink. But I have nothing on this lot.
There must be something about the cabin pressure that gives them the ability to drink like fish…
After a massive pub crawl, today I spend broken and most likely in bed. I may venture to the rooftop pool later when / if I feel up to it.
A nice relaxing (broken) Sunday, before all the work I have to do tomorrow…
Day two of Iain on tour sees him broken, shattered in tiny gin shaped pieces on the floor. He does however, have a new-found respect for the Welsh….
