Tip of the day: never try to help a 53 year old American arse with his bag, especially if he’s trying to put them on a longboat from a pier on a stormy sea. Chances are, he’ll not let go of the bag when you go to grab it, leaving you off balance on the […]
And I wish I had a baseball bat so that I could play fruit baseball with General Noriega’s head. It might be worth the fine to push him into the sea next time I see him. On my fourth crossing of the bowel shaking waves between Malysia and Indonesia, I managed to scrape past Noriega.
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A pretty normal kind of Sunday morning, hugging 3 of the 5 girls I had spent the night with, and then checking out to go to the airport. Saturday had been a bit unplanned – I’d ended up at a nightclub tantalisingly called ‘Swingers’ with the lovelies Emily and Ros, despite trying to avoid alcohol
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