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home James

home James


after a HUGE brunch at wynn

and a quick shoppe

and a quicker 'swim' (aka stand) in the pool next door to the pool party where the hectic DJ played the most frenetic mix of JUST 10sec hooks of every dance record he had pre-recorded

boarded a virgin home to Blighty

fittingly this plane was called 'Lucy in the sky...' 
and the (unusually) lady pilot was called 'Helen whore' (although i may have misspelt her surname?)

immediately reminded of why i love this country: the pre paid carpark barrier wouldn't open when we tried to leave
there was no-one there on the gate to help
no-one answered the 'assistance' phone 
and when i called the phone number for the duty manager of terminal 3 parking, he said there was an emergency at terminal 5 parking so he couldn't help.

finally home after m25 crawl past car fire in time for late afternoon hip 'hop fest' in town

completely passed out delirious by 10am