Room 101
This is mine; Boiler packs up and no one can fix it so we go days without hot water or heating. In the winter. And its happening now.
Random (and erratic) musings of a welshman in Brixton by proxy.
This is mine; Boiler packs up and no one can fix it so we go days without hot water or heating. In the winter. And its happening now.
...is the last day of the Mardi Gras in New Orleans. During the day the Floats go past and the people on them throw beads at the crowds who compete to catch the most. In the evening on Bourbon Street the drunken crowds bay for beads from the balcony revelers. Sometimes a flash of breast is requested (and given) for the cheap trinkets.
...leg of our trip. Involved a trip to the Blue Duck Tavern for lunch; where we managed to stay for about 3hrs, eating lots of lovely food (including Heston Blumenthal style triple fried chips) and drinking some great wines. We outlasted everyone else there.
During our trip to Charlotteville to visit friends we took The Crescent down to New Orleans for the Mardi Gras Fat Tuesday. It took a leisurely 24hrs to travel the 1000 odd miles down south. Passing through some quite rundown places; in fact so rundown it looked like a hurricane passed through even though they were deep inland.