Mr Driver emerges from his lair and, after a brief conversation re our respective employment, says, “There’s half an hour to go before we leave, so why don’t I show you round town?” A rather attractive blonde is left standing, but 50 yards later Mr Driver’s antennae tell him that a slightly less attractive blonde/brunette pair (nice boots) is hurrying the pavement with the sole purpose of allowing him to be a gallant at a zebra 10 yards further and allow them to cross. So he waits. One hopes the bus wasn’t GPSed.
GSM attendee on music in Barcelona shuttle: “First Rick Astley and now Video killed the radio star! Barcelona, timewarp trash!” Integrated tourism management would deal with this kind of thing.
- Elections (brothels, Nazis), corruption, Girona airport shuttle, an Andalusian lexicon
Link love for 05/06/2009.
- Drongos from Mars
There’s a good post over at Confrontación about the current Telefónica hard sell, which involves pestering hapless consumers with something worse
- For drone-hunters, a walk westward from Gatwick airport to Ockley station
Dedicated to those at Gatwick considering tracking down and killing the source of their stasis. Features two good drinking establishments, the
- Don’t plagiarise from the poor
Introducing Secular thought, an ancient journal of the Canadian heathen.
- Reggae and his Reggie band
I used to sing and play lead moon-whistle with a novelty orchestra which had somehow come to the understanding that when