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A very happy ending to my lovely week in London and Liverpool : 80 minutes from the plane touching ground to entering my flat. Amazing when it works.
And I have to say how much I enjoyed Virgin Airlines after not having flown them in 14 years. Lots of entertainment for those of us who hate to fly and have ADD and hate to fly…..and the whole experience was great. I watched “In Bruges”, “Charlie Wilson’s War”, and “Fool’s Gold” and still had some time buried in re-reading “Brideshead Revisted.” And none of the swear words were edited out of the movies!!! Color me red from now on when I go over the pond.
And for our Premier League fans, the chant I learned prior to my excursion to the Charity Shield match last Sunday at Wembley was :
I’m sure you’ll understand that looking at this image my thoughts flew instantly to Thrumpton Hall’s neighbor Nuthall Temple and the “breathtaking plasterwork” of its octagonal hall which was tragically lost when the house was burned to the ground in 1929.
I can imagine the whore-ish red piano below the line of the shot, her tart lipstick image no less jarring than a Wal-Mart sale bin at the Louvre. Wake me up from this nightmare, fast!
A very happy ending to my lovely week in London and Liverpool : 80 minutes from the plane touching ground to entering my flat. Amazing when it works.
And I have to say how much I enjoyed Virgin Airlines after not having flown them in 14 years. Lots of entertainment for those of us who hate to fly and have ADD and hate to fly…..and the whole experience was great. I watched “In Bruges”, “Charlie Wilson’s War”, and “Fool’s Gold” and still had some time buried in re-reading “Brideshead Revisted.” And none of the swear words were edited out of the movies!!! Color me red from now on when I go over the pond.
And for our Premier League fans, the chant I learned prior to my excursion to the Charity Shield match last Sunday at Wembley was :
Play up, Pompey!
Pompey, play up!!!!
I’m sure you’ll understand that looking at this image my thoughts flew instantly to Thrumpton Hall’s neighbor Nuthall Temple and the “breathtaking plasterwork” of its octagonal hall which was tragically lost when the house was burned to the ground in 1929.
I can imagine the whore-ish red piano below the line of the shot, her tart lipstick image no less jarring than a Wal-Mart sale bin at the Louvre. Wake me up from this nightmare, fast!