Tomorrow's Leftovers

This is most likely my last post about our trip to Europe. What in the world was that? Did I just hear cheering from somewhere in the back? As Jack Benny used to say, "Well!"

If you've read any of my other posts, you'll know that we went on a tour of the Ring of Kerry on our first or second full day in Ireland. On our trip back into Killarney we made our way out of the mountains and down into the valley where Killarney is. While we were descending we stopped at an overlook and the picture to the left was taken. It's one of my favorites of the whole trip and I thought you might like to see it. There are three lakes in and around Killarney. They are called Lough Leane (which is the largest of the three), Muckross Lake and Upper Lake. I THINK this one is Upper Lake, but don't quote me on that.

A couple of days later we started on our journey through Wales and into England. I mentioned that our bus had to go through a very narrow arch in a town called Conwy where the castle wall is all the way around the town. To the right you will see a photo of that passageway taken from my seat on the bus. Our bus went through this passage twice and another one just like it another time without incident. Our sister bus was not so lucky. Their door got ripped off when they went through this arch a little too far to the left. We didn't think too much of it until our bus broke down later in the day and the only spare bus was given to the folks without a door.

Conwy was my favorite stop of the whole trip. Jacob and I walked through the castle and then, after lunch, all the way around the town on top of the wall. These last few photos were taken on that excursion.

To the left you will see a photo of Jacob looking through one of the many archways around the castle. He's looking into the town of Conwy, which is on the shores of the Conwy River. The castle was built in the late 13th century, not only as a defense for those who lived in the castle and in the town, but as a watchtower to make sure no unwanteds made their way up river.

Right next to the castle, which, of course, dominates the town, there is a lawn bowling green (called Boche). You can see it off to the left in this picture. I stood and watched the men play Boche for quite some time while Jacob explored the inner bowels of the castle. As I'd watched it in Argentina a few times, I found it very interesting.

The real reason I took this photo, though, is because I thought the new-fangled train running so close to this ancient castle was pretty cool

We climbed all over that castle, from the basement to the ramparts to the citadels to the turrets to...well, you get the idea. While we were in one of the towers, we heard a tiny little voice. "Jacob!" it said. Craning our necks to better hear where the cry was coming from, we finally looked down and saw three puny little dots on the lawn below. Lo and behold, that was where the voice was coming from. It was Jacob's three buddies all standing together looking at us and waving. You can see from the picture above that we were pretty high above the ground. We could barely hear them and they could not hear us.

While we were walking around the town, I must have literally taken about 120 shots. I won't bore you with them, but I will show you the one I thought was kind of funny. If you really wanted to, you could climb up one some of the citadels and do a lot of exploring. Jacob, being a teenager, has that temporary gene lodged somewhere in his head, so he had to climb up places I wouldn't go, even on a bet. I was uncomfortable enough just being on the wall itself. You see, I have a bad case of fear of heights. Jacob obviously has no such aversions.

But in one place his adventurous climbing was curtailed by the sign you can see behind him in the picture above. Just in case you can't read it, it says, "It is dangerous to climb on the stonework."

Thus ends my posts about our European trip. I must say, though, that it's been pretty fun this week to watch the Olympics and be able to say, "Hey, I've been there!" and then hear Jacob say, "So have I!"

And only a couple of weeks ago, to boot.

Leftovers, or What's for Dinner?

Since finishing the last installment of our trip to Ireland and the UK, I've been thinking that there were some things I left out. There were pictures I didn't show you and tales I didn't tell. So now, for the first time anywhere in print, here are the leftovers.

As you may remember, on our first day in Killarney we rode around in a horse buggy, called a jaunty car, with Delilah our horse and Mike our driver. On the way to Ross Castle Mike showed us the ruined castle on the left. This, he said, is a leprechaun castle.

I quickly scanned around for yellow moons, orange stars and green clovers, while he explained to us (picture of the boys in the band to the right) that the small holes in the wall are where the leprechauns climb and rest their weary bones for the night. While I didn't see Lucky anywhere, I could have sworn I hear a tiny voice say, "They're always after me lucky charms!"

On that same day, as we drove around the Ring of Kerry, we stopped and watched some dogs do their thing with the sheep. Um, ok. Anyway, these dogs were so impressive that they inspired Jacob to tell me for the rest of the trip (and even since we've been back) that he wants to be a sheep herder. He wants to have dogs just like those in the picture to the left. I can't say that I blame him, though. They were REALLY impressive dogs.

I've included a video I took of one of them doing his stuff which you can see by clicking just below. It's not the greatest video in the world, but it does give you a quick understanding of what we were watching. It was amazing.

Just as a courtesy so you can tell what in the heck is going on in the video, the dog in question ran up the hill (a big hill) and herded those sheep from right to left to right to left, changing direction whenever the shepherd blew his little whistle. Each movement was controlled by a different type of sound, but the dog knew exactly what each one meant. In fact, each dog was trained with different sounds, so when the shepherd blew a certain sound, only the dog he wanted to control would react. Like I said, very, very impressive. Wish I could get my own no-account dog to do some of that stuff. She has a hard enough time with "Sit!"

If you've read ANY of my entries herein, you'll note that we spent A LOT of time on the bus. I mean, the majority of our time was either in the bed or on the bus. It's funny, though. The activity of one bled over into the activity of the other. What do I mean? Well, there was a lot of the activity in the picture at the right going on in both bed and bus. In other words, we slept a lot on this trip, whether lying prostrate or leaning our head against a window as the scenery whizzed by.

As you can see from that picture of Jacob above, he was perfectly content to rest his head against the window and let his teeth chatter uncontrollably with the passing of each pothole. Others, like the one on the left, were not quite as anxious to do that. They just did the old man, saggy neck thang. I must admit, I've been guilty of this, even when I'm in the comfort of my own house.

Then there were the select few in our company who absolutely HAD to get a couple extra winks, as going to bed after midnight and then getting up before the roosters crowed was starting to make all of us a lot older than we really are. And we looked like it, too. Those people, the daring ones, bought Batman masks and used those neck pillow things to make seem like home. An example, the Dancing Queen, on the right.

I think that's where I'll leave it for today. I don't want to bore you too much. I know my writing is almost unreadable, so I'll save the rest for another day. Besides, all this talk of sleeping is making me bleary-eyed.

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Coming soon - Tomorrow's leftovers

Last Day in the Good 'Ole UK

I believe I forgot to mention yesterday that we went back to our hotel at about 7pm because we were just thrashed. I guess we could have stayed down in London town a lot longer, and soaked in the beauty of her mere presence, but we were dog tired. So, we caught the Tube, caught the train and hoofed it back where we ordered pizza and just lazed around for the rest of the evening. Yes, sawing logs was the order of the evening.

The next day we didn't have to be on the bus until noon, so we all slept in. That is, except for the people who went on to Paris. They had to be up at 4am to catch the bus to catch the train to go to The City of Lights. Me? I'm glad we didn't go. We would have been so tired, it just would not have been worth it. Besides, a lot of them slickity Paris folk went to see "Wicked" last night (a sort of Broadway play), and so were not even in their beds until after midnight. And then up, showered, shaved, packed and downstairs getting on the bus at 4am? No thanky, brotha. Ah'll stay rat cheer.

So, we caught the bus at just a little before noon, rode to Heathrow Airport (this time without all of the convoluted mess we had to go through the first time), and went through security. They hadn't even assigned our flight to a gate yet, so we went to some random gate and sat for about an hour, buying chocolate and trying to find somewhere Jacob could eat (does this sound like it's a familiar theme of this trip?).

When they finally assigned us a gate, we caught the lift (we call it an elevator) and rode the train to our destination. We sat there for about another hour, talked about who knows what and ate some chocolate. I also called Kelly for the last time on the European phone we'd purchased before we left. For the most part it worked like a champ. Then it was finally time to climb on board the plane and sit for 8 hours.

You can see the takeoff from the video at the top. You can see the clouds of England and the Atlantic in the pix to the right and left. We watched movies, read a little bit, slept, and talked. But for the most part we just sat and sat and sat. Man, was my booty ready to get off of that plane.

We saw castles, we saw bog bodies, we ate different food and saw places we'd never seen before. We went to Abbey Road, saw the Book of Kells, walked around the Conwy Castle and rode on double-decker buses. We saw things that were thousands of years old, kissed the Blarney Stone, watched the changing of the guard and rode the London Eye. We saw Shakespeare's birthplace, saw the Tower Bridge, listened to Big Ben chime and went through Westminster Abbey. Every one of those things we REALLY, REALLY cool and I'd do any one of them again in a New York minute.

But the one thing, above all, I'll remember most about this trip is the smile on Kelly's face as we stepped out of the door and back into American air. I was so happy to see that smile again. It melted my heart.

I really missed her.

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Coming soon - Leftovers, or What's For Dinner?

Abbey Road

"Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly
He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller..."

Ride the train.

Ride The Tube.

Ride the bus?

Yea. Sounds sorta like a Steve Martin movie, doesn't it? Trains, tubes and buses.

Those aren't pillows!!

Sitting on my pillows for so long is giving me a bad case of bus-roids. Thankfully, no more buses after today. So, suck is up and act like a man.

First stop...St. Paul's Cathedral.

You want facts? I got the facts, ma'am.

Designed by Sir Christopher Wren and built in the 17th century, it is one of the most recognizable landmarks in all of London. It is where Charles and Diana were married in 1981 (has it really been THAT long?) and where they had the funerals for Winston Churchill and the Duke of Wellington (I love his beef).

There is an iconic photograph that was taken of St. Paul's during The Blitz in World War II. It is of the cathedral, through all of the smoke, still standing. I believe the name of it is "St. Paul's Survives". I've included it here on the left.

After we saw all of the obligatory sights from the comfort of our motor coach (shouldn't have been calling it a bus all this time), they stopped at Buckingham Palace, made sure all of us knew how to get back to the hotel (which was about an hour's ride back on the train), and then they again RELEASED THE KRAKEN. I know. It IS addicting saying that.

The day before, Jacob and I decided what we were going to do, so we had a plan, Stan. Lots of Tube-hopping, but we had an all-day pass for whatever public transportation we wanted. Money!!

So, we watched changing of the guard, then bid farewell to our more-than-helpful tour guide (Emilia), who had been with us since we landed in Shannon, Ireland. With that, we walked across Green Park, got on the north-bound Jubilee line and headed for what I hoped would be a really cool place...Abbey Road.

One of my very first memories is watching the Ed Sullivan Show back in 1964 when the Beatles made the first appearance on the show. I remember thinking that, despite the hysteric shrieks of the girls in the audience, these guys would never make it. They held their guitars too long. That would never catch on.

Hey, I was only five. Give the little guy a break.

Since getting a little more musical sense into my head in the latter part of the 70s, I've always been a big Beatles fan. My favorite album has always been Sgt. Pepper, but I also like a lot of the Abbey Road album, too. So, it was with great anticipation that I got off The Tube and walked the five or so blocks to the iconic crosswalk. May I say that it was a lot different than I had expected, but still pretty danged cool. The picture above isn't the best one we took that day, but it is the only one I've got with Jacob in it, too. He's George Harrison and I'm Paul McCartney, sans cancer stick.

You can just see, to the right in the picture, a pole with a ball on the top. There is one just like it on the other side of the road. Every now and then the balls will flash and the cars in the road are supposed to stop and let pedestrians cross. That's what you do if you want to take a picture here. You wait at the side of the road for those balls to flash, then you run out into the middle, stop and get someone to take your picture.

I'm sure that the good folks who live near here are so used to people stopping in the middle of the road that they almost expect to see it when they run to the grocery store or whatever.

I don't think you can really tell from the two pictures I've included (the best one is to the right, taken by Jacob), but when we were posing it was raining. As soon as we got finished, the heavens opened up for about five minutes and just soaked us as we walked back to the Tube station.

By the time we got back to "downtown" London, it was time for something to eat. Quick! Is there a BK close by?

No, but there was something just as good when we came out of the Tube station into Piccadilly Circus (London's version of Time's Square, to the right).

Pizza Hut!!

Yes!

Score another one for the not-so-little guy. All you can eat pizza and we got to pay for it with that Monopoly money they call pounds. Gather 'round the good stuff, baby! Jacob's got something good to eat tonight!

After stuffing our faces, we walked the five or six blocks to Trafalgar Square (left). When I visited her back in the 80's, there were so many pigeons that you could put a little bit of bird seed on your head and the pigeons would land on your noggin and eat right there. Of course, you took the chance that they'd leave something else, too, but it seemed worth it.

Since then they've gotten a hawk to take care of the pigeon population. Jacob didn't get the opportunity to have the birds poop on his head, but he still got to climb up on Nelson's Column and sit on one of the four lions that guard it. To the right you can see him standing next to it on the column. Below you can see him sitting on the same lion's back.

Look closely at that second picture. You'll notice he's not even looking at the camera. That's because he's looking at the police officer (Bobby) who is telling him to get down. My son, the law-breaker.

After Trafalgar Square we rode the bus below to Westminster Abbey. Of course, they don't let you take pictures in there, so I'm not including any.

This has always been one of my favorite places in London. The abbey was started in 1245 by Henry III and has been the site of Queen Elizabeth's marriage and Prince William's marriage to Kate, and it holds the remains of Geoffrey Chaucer, Isaac Newton (love his fig cookies), Charles Darwin, and Henry VIII. They're buried right there in the floor, too! I mean, you walk right on top of them. Nothing like walking on the Kings and Queens of England!

Just outside of Westminster Abbey is a great view of the Elizabeth Tower, which holds Big Ben (I kept waiting to see Charlie Chaplin hanging from the big hand). By this time, it was about 3:20pm, it hadn't been too long since we'd heard Big Ben do his business, and we were not anxious to walk all the way over across the bridge to take his picture again. So, we took it right where we were. "Drop 'em where you stand, pard!"

There was really only one other place we wanted to go after seeing Parliament. "It's like putting on a five dollar hat on a nickel head (It's about that hat rack)". That was the Tower of London. Another London highlight.

Just a few quick Tube stops away and we were right next to the Tower of London. I'd looked forward to this for a good long while, as I'd gotten my picture taken with a Beefeater and one of those iconic guards with the tall hats the last time I was here. Alas, I made a big rookie mistake this time. I didn't pay for us to go in.

I know. What was I thinking, right? Moron goes all the way to London and doesn't take his son in to see the Beefeaters? I should be shot.

What kind of knucklehead...? I'll be paying for this one for the rest of my life. Really.

The cost was something like 21 pounds or something like that. Came out to about $35 or so. And you couldn't put a crowbar in your wallet and take your kid in? You nimrod!!

To his credit, Jacob told me, while we stood there, that it was too expensive and we didn't need to go in. And again to his credit, he hasn't said a word about it to me since we got home. But I know that deep down in that rich little heart of his, it almost killed him to not go in. I haven't learned anything in this life, have I?

Directly behind the Tower of London is the Tower Bridge. You can see our picture in front of it to the left. If you look really closely you can see the Olympic rings on the bridge. Nice place.

But I still should have taken him in, no matter what the price.

Next time, little brother. Next time.

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Coming soon - Last day

London Calling

London calling, yes I was there too.
An' you know what they said - well some of it was true!

But before we get there, we have a full day of other things to get around to.

Like go to Anne Hathaway's house (on the right).

It seems there was this little fellow who lived back in the 15- and 1600's who wrote a few little plays and stories and such like that. I guess he had a sort of "following" back in the day, and even today some people like to read his stuff. You might have heard of him. His name was William Shakespeare. Anne Hathaway was his sweetie pie.

The cottage is in Stratford-Upon-Avon, a lovely little town on the banks of the Avon River. The flower gardens surrounding it are gorgeous and they are actually raising cabbage, beans, peas and host of other veggies. After her death, the house stayed in her family through the mid-1800s. Now it's owned by the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust, which conducts all of the tours and such.

I've read a lot about their relationship and some suppose that William grew to dislike and even hate Anne. I'm not sure about all of that, but it seems to me, after spending time in that house, that they loved each other very much, though he spent a lot of time in London with this plays.

Be all of that as it may, it was fun to spend time in her home. As you exit, there is a bulletin board (above) full of little sticky notes. What you're supposed to do is tell about how you met your significant other on a sticky, then tack it to the board. As you can see, many people obey.

In true Shakespearean fashion, I did so, too, but did it in verse form. I only had about 30 seconds to think about what I could write, so it's not anything fancy. But you can see the results just above. See? Even in England I was thinking about you, sweetie!

Now, I've been a fan of the Bard for any number of years. I love Hamlet, have memorized parts of Macbeth and Henry V, and can even quote a sonnet or two. So being able to go to the house (left) where he was born...priceless.

They have beds there that were being used when little Billy was just a pup. They have actual utensils and cooking implements he might have actually used.

The only problem with the time we were able to spend in his house is that it went by WAY too fast. Not only that, but Jacob hadn't eaten all day. So finding a place that served something his finicky pallet would accept took quite a bit of our time. As far as we could tell, there's no BK hanging out on the corner in this little burg (Wiki pic at right). Plus, daddy had to desperately find a place to, um, shall we say, call his bookie. So, we wandered the streets until we found a place that made chicken nuggets, blasted out of there with nuggets in hand like our pants were on fire, and got back to the bus as the last ones on. Whew! Talk about your whirlwind romance!

The next stop on the road to London was Oxford. You know, the university I couldn't go to even if I wanted to? This town, for centuries called "The Most Beautiful Town in England", partly because of its famous Dreaming Spires, has more than the university, though. It also has Christ Church (left). Christ Church is not only a cathedral, but a working college.

Started in 1525, its members include Albert Einstein, William Penn, Lewis Carroll, John Locke (hurray Lost!), and John Wesley. Founded, suppressed and refounded by Henry VIII ("I got married to the widow next door, she'd been married seven times before, hick!"), it is the setting for many famous adventures, such as Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and will probably be interesting to some of my readers because The Great Hall was used in the Harry Potter movies. You can see my picture of it on the right above. Was that a snowy owl I just saw fly by?

You might also recognize the steps in the picture to the left. These are the actual steps that were used in some of the opening scenes of the first Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (in the US you might know it as Sorcerer's Stone). Don't ask me who the gal is in the photo. She climbed up there to get her picture taken just as I was snapping my picture. I didn't feel like waiting for her to move.

When we got finished buying Jacob another sweatshirt (this one from Oxford) we got back on the bus and drove to our final destination...London. Can you hear that? It's Big Ben!

I'll save you all of the boring facts about going to the hotel, catching a train, riding the subway, etc, etc, etc. Suffice it to say that we finally got to London and got on the London Eye (giant Ferris wheel across the Thames from Big Ben) that carries you way above the city skylights, and scares the wee wee out of anyone afraid of heights (I'm raising my hand). I was not anxious to go near the edge of our gondola, instead preferring to remain at the center, lest I have some embarrassing staining issues in front of everyone. But I did get in, and ride around, as you can see above. That's the Elizabeth Tower behind us. It's where Big Ben actually is.

INTERESTING FACT ALERT

Did you know that Big Ben is not the name of the tower, but only the bell that is contained within? Yea, neither did I. It was probably named in honor of a guy named Benjamin Hall back in 1856. Now you have something semi-interesting to tell your nietos, don't you?

After riding the London Eye, we ate, we saw, we rode The Tube/train back to our hotel. When we finally got there, literally at about 1am, I walked down to the front desk and called a cab.

Ruh roh.

Something wrong?

Yea. Jacob was hungry.

The restaurant in the hotel was closed, the kabob place down the street was closed, and so were all of the pizza joints I called. Including Dominos.

So what did we do? Well, like I said, we called a cab. "And where did you take that cab?" he asks knowingly. If I tell you that there was a red-haired clown in the window, a giant, golden M in the front of the establishment and a big box of chicken McNuggets in our lap as we rode away, will that give you a good enough clue?

But oh, boy. Ground up chicken lips never tasted so good!

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Coming soon - Part VII - Abbey Road

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch

Yea, I know. It looks like I lay down on my keyboard when I was typing the title of this entry. But I really didn't. That's the name of a town we stopped in today. It's Welsh for "The church of Mary in the hollow of the white hazel near the fierce whirlpool and the church of Tysilio by the red cave." If you'd like to hear how it's pronounced, go here. More on that town a little later.

Early this morning we got up in Dublin and headed by bus, of course, to a port where we caught a ferry over to Wales. It was more than your average, every day ferry, though. It was ENORMOUS. Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of it, but the picture above is the view I had from my seat. From here I was watching the clouds and rain go by. It rained the whole way across the Irish Sea. I mean, it rained! You can't really see that from the picture, but trust me, it poured. The picture to the right is of the inside of the one of the nine floors. If you look closely, or if you blow up the picture, you can see that the woman sitting there is picking her nose. Can anyone say "snack time"? OK, that wasn't called for.

While we were on the "luxury liner", Jacob and his buddies played hide and seek on several of the floors. I only saw them about two times during the whole three hour tour (I've heard that somewhere before), but I figured they weren't going anywhere, right? I just sat in my seat and relaxed, read, played some games and dozed.

When we finally arrived in Wales it had stopped raining, thankfully. But before we knew it, we were through security (Passport, please. All right, have a nice time in Wales) and back on the bus. To the left you'll see Jacob with one of his buddies as we stepped off of the ferry. Gymru is how they spell it.

We were only in Wales for about six or seven hours, but one of those hours was spent in the aforementioned lovely little town of "The church of Mary in the hollow of the white hazel near the fierce whirlpool and the church of Tysilio by the red cave" (easier to say it that way).

Jacob ate a cookie and bought a sweatshirt for himself and one for his sister, we went over to the train station and took a few pictures and then it was time to, you guessed it, (all together now!) GET ON THE BUS, GUS! "Oh joy! Rapture"!

To the left you'll see Jacob getting back on the bus (he wasn't even forced!), and if you look closely you'll see our new bus driver. I don't remember his name right off, but he was grumpy. Just look at his face, for Pete's sake!!

Now, imagine, if you can, riding along on a Greyhound-type bus with a grumpy bus driver (Danny left us in Ireland - alas, no more Riverdance), the heater cranked up so far that it literally burns skin, and 50-60 tired, sweaty hungry folks headed for no-one-knows-where (but I bet it had a LONG name!).

That's the situation in which we found ourselves after leaving The Church of Mary (for short). And to top it all off, the bus broke down! Sitting by the side of the road while our bus driver threw a wet towel on the engine to cool it down, we were treated to The Village People and The Electric Slide. People dancing in the aisles, flailing their arms and hands all over the place, with the music set on full. Want proof? I give you, as evidence (to the right), The Dancing Queen (she's going to kill me).

Once the bus had cooled down a bit, we were back on the road again ("Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway").

We finally made it to a little town named Conwy, Wales, where our tour director cut us loose. She said she wanted us back in 3 1/2 hours, but other than that, we could do what we wanted.

Can you say "Release the Kracken"?

I just had to say that again.

So, here we are in this small town with a MONSTER castle called Conwy Castle and nothing else to do. Now this I can dig. What a paintball war grounds this place would make! It was SWEEEEEET!!

Built in 1288 by King Edward I, this place had battlements, draw bridges, dungeons and a wall that surrounded the entire town! We stopped in a little restaurant and ate some fish and chips (Jacob had chicken and chips), but the rest of the time we spent exploring the castle and walking the entire length of the wall. Talk about cool. This was one of my favorite parts of the trip.

While we were walking around the wall, we came to the little archway shown in the picture below.

Look carefully. You see Jacob on the other side? He's not holding his head, right? That means he looked at the little sign toward the top left of the arch and followed its advice.

Did his dad? You want to see the divot in my cranium?

I honestly didn't see the sign and didn't even notice that the archway was MUCH shorter than I am. Being short my whole life I'm not used to having to duck.

I mean seriously, how short were these people? The funny thing is, I took this picture BEFORE I whacked my head. How stupid am I?

No blood, thankfully, but I had a nice-sized headache the rest of the day, courtesy of Edward I, and an indentation in my skull that's only now starting to feel better. Thanks a lot Eddie.

It took us about an hour, but we finally made it all the way around the wall, just in time to get back on the bus. Coming into the town there is a very narrow archway that all buses must drive through to get to the castle. Our grumpy butt driver got our bus through it just fine, but our sister bus, with other kids from our same school, did not fare well. Their front door was ripped off. How's that for some fancy driving?

Little did we know that this would affect us a few minutes down the road.

So, here we are, motoring toward Manchester, England, everyone tired, hot and a little peevish, and what happens? You got it. The bus broke down again.

More dancing. More wet towels draped over the engine. More Village People. Argh!!

Now, I literally have several thousand songs on my Ipod and a couple hundred more on my Kindle Fire, both of which I had in my hands at this particular time. But I have absolutely ZERO by The Village People and ZERO that even mention sliding, much less with electricity. We had to listen to both, plus Adele.

Oh, please, sweet heaven, take me now!!

Coming soon - Part VI - London Calling