the return
Monday, January 09, 2006first day back. where do i start. so much to say, here goes...
- landing at luton airport in december was a culture shock. no
'welcome to england' signs, only a cctv camera and a no smoking
poster. the queue at immigration went on for about twenty minutes,
winding around those rope barriers amongst signs that tell you to
'stay in line'. pointless. WHERE ELSE CAN YOU GO??
the immigration woman ignored my passport photo and instead ran it
excrutiatingly slowly through a computer - because it obviously had
better eyes.
baggage for four flights came out on one belt, whilst the other two
went round empty; blatantly taking the piss.
needless to say, luton was perhaps not the best place to start my return.
- ramsey, however, was tonking. passive cancer is alive and well in
the george (do they need air con or what?!) and i hadn't realised how
much i'd missed strongbow.
- new years eve in london was awesome. drunk jane and fat laura were
on form, as were the million stampeding people on westminster bridge
and that peace protester i swore at. multicultural london at its best.
35 people were stabbed (link).
- bezzer st ezzer was also good fun. sitting in the dog and partridge
eating 'tapas' that consisted of cumberland sausage washed down with a
pint of ipa (hmm, really traditional). was good to see turner in home
surroundings, even if he does have shit taste in shoe shops (what were
you thinking?!).
- and in a sheer stroke of luck, i left just as celebrity big brother
started. lucky that, because i was about to get annoyed that an mp was
in there - no wonder our politicians gain no respect.
Labels: españa
::Belting start to the new year Matt, you even had me uttering an audible chuckle with that lovely little pun at the end.
By the way, was good to see you and hope things go well for 2006.
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The big man is back! I have missed your delightful ramblings...
I can assure you Heathrow was no better, our bags (tagged with priority stickers) were pretty much the last ones out. They didn't actually come on the carousel though, a dog with three legs limped in through the emergency exit carrying 30KG of bags on its back. Luckily it collapsed just near my feet, so I didn't have to walk too far.
Don't you just HATE it when people push their trolleys right up to the baggage belt? I was ready for some serious bag kicking when we landed.
I think having GG in the house is a good thing - it should manage to totally discredit him with those people who might have an ounce of respect for him.
Looking forward to your visit..
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Don't think I'm terribly sad or anything, but I was wishing the time away the other day waiting for someone in a bookshop (not JJ's unfortunately) and looked at the Rough Guide to Madrid.
Your local, Mama Ines, is down there as one of THE places to eat and get coffee etc. It also remarks quite accurately that it is full of gay men.
Chueca you out!
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