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Well, I’m back. I go from a week in LA to a week in San Francisco to months and months in......Westgate! Great! Oh well, it was good while it lasted. Plus, I got a fantastic deal on a tennis racket. $200 off so I got it for only $100. It was still more than I wanted to spend but I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that.
Anyway, LA was a hell of a lot better than San Francisco. There was so much more to do. I went on a couple of good roller coasters at that new theme park next to Disney, I went to Universal Studios, I saw the Grand Canyon (and I emptied my entire stomach contents on that flight) and I went to Hollywood. In fact, I went to Hollywood the day before Nicholas Cage went to imprint his hands and feet. I could have gone back but it would have been absolutely packed so I didn’t bother. I wish I had now though as even if I had just seen his head, that would have been fine with me. The day I arrived in Anaheim there was actually a triple murder (execution style) in Compton. A very violent place indeed.
I managed to get to a laptop while in LA so I looked up where the wrestling was being held (and tried to post a few messages on here as well but I couldn’t). The day before I arrived, it was held in Anaheim. My hotel was in Anaheim. I was so close to seeing Raw. Then I checked SummerSlam. Sold out. Then Raw in Sacramento on Monday, the day before I was due to leave. Tickets. They cost $37 so I ordered 3 (1 for me, 1 for my brother, and 1 for my sister). That was the highlight of my holiday. It was a reasonably small stadium so we were pretty close to the front. Pretty far away as well, but pretty close (if you understand what I mean). It was the Raw following Summer Slam and in a hotel, you can’t order Summer Slam so we just had to go and find out what happened while we were there. It was absolutely brilliant. I saw everyone. Everyone except Kane. Everyone else (worth seeing anyway) was there. It was an absolutely brilliant Raw. You have to watch it on Friday if you have sky. See whether you can see me. I had a blue T-shirt on and at the beginning when the camera pans across the crowd I am standing next to my brother (with a bright, illuminous orange T-shirt on). Both with our arms held out. Let me just say one thing about this particular Raw. ‘Winners drink milk’.
Then there was San Francisco. The amount of beggers around was phenomenal. They were everywhere. They had signs like ‘Homeless my ass, I just want to get high’. Hmmmm, persuasive, very persuasive. There was this one guy actually who was walking down the road asking for money. He was a transvestite with a skirt, bra and no shoes on, walking along shouting, ‘spare some change for the holy spirit. Come on, what’s a nickel. What if I told you I was Jesus………..which I am, but that’s another story. Back on this earth……again!’ Then he started talking about Jesus and completely lost his line of thought. All this in a really annoying American accent.
I meant to take home a piece of rock from Alcatraz as well, but I completely forgot. Oh well.
I saw a couple of movies as well. On the plane going there I saw Along came a Spider, Shrek (again) and The Mexican. Along came a Spider was pretty good although it got a bit ridiculous toward the end and The Mexican was really good. I saw a few movies on TV while we were there including What lies beneath (which wasn’t bad) and Above the Law (Nico over here), which was absolutely abysmal. Steven Seagal’s walk is so mockable. I saw Planet of the Apes in the cinema as well and it was really disappointing. It was still quite good but I was expecting so much. Then, on the plane home I saw Blow, Sleppy Hollow and most of Series 7: Contenders. Blow was brilliant, Sleepy Hollow was awful and Series 7 was hilarious.
Oh yeah, there is one more story to tell. As my sister was choosing some sweets from some sweet store, this lamborghini pulled up. It took the guy driving it about 10 minutes to park. No joke. I am not exaggerating. Ten minutes! He was there for ages reversing, driving forward, reversing, driving forward. Eventually, when he did park, the door opened and two (yes two!) feet come out. He slips on his white boots and I was expecting to see somebody famous get out. Instead, some guy who I’d never seen before steps out and walks across the road to some café. This guy was dripping with gold. He had gold chains round his neck and huge bracelets on his wrists. There were loads of people crowding around his car looking in and for some reason he sat across the road with his back away from it. He was constantly looking round though. He seemed a right idiot (a stronger word is necessary here). I thought it would be funny to buy a plastic sherrif badge and walk over to him, throw it on the table and say in an American Accent, “I’m sorry sir I’m gonna have to ask you to move your car.” That would have been hilarious watching him try to drive away.
Ah well, I’ve been to Raw and that’s (almost) all that matters. I still have my ticket and I’ll keep it very, very safe. I also managed to get a rather lovely Lita poster which is now in my room along with all my film posters and Bruce Lee banners which I bought while I was over there.
There is only one thing I don’t like about America and that’s the accents. They aren’t annoying in films but in real life they’re horrible. I despise them.
By the way, is there a new notable yet or not?
Anyway, LA was a hell of a lot better than San Francisco. There was so much more to do. I went on a couple of good roller coasters at that new theme park next to Disney, I went to Universal Studios, I saw the Grand Canyon (and I emptied my entire stomach contents on that flight) and I went to Hollywood. In fact, I went to Hollywood the day before Nicholas Cage went to imprint his hands and feet. I could have gone back but it would have been absolutely packed so I didn’t bother. I wish I had now though as even if I had just seen his head, that would have been fine with me. The day I arrived in Anaheim there was actually a triple murder (execution style) in Compton. A very violent place indeed.
I managed to get to a laptop while in LA so I looked up where the wrestling was being held (and tried to post a few messages on here as well but I couldn’t). The day before I arrived, it was held in Anaheim. My hotel was in Anaheim. I was so close to seeing Raw. Then I checked SummerSlam. Sold out. Then Raw in Sacramento on Monday, the day before I was due to leave. Tickets. They cost $37 so I ordered 3 (1 for me, 1 for my brother, and 1 for my sister). That was the highlight of my holiday. It was a reasonably small stadium so we were pretty close to the front. Pretty far away as well, but pretty close (if you understand what I mean). It was the Raw following Summer Slam and in a hotel, you can’t order Summer Slam so we just had to go and find out what happened while we were there. It was absolutely brilliant. I saw everyone. Everyone except Kane. Everyone else (worth seeing anyway) was there. It was an absolutely brilliant Raw. You have to watch it on Friday if you have sky. See whether you can see me. I had a blue T-shirt on and at the beginning when the camera pans across the crowd I am standing next to my brother (with a bright, illuminous orange T-shirt on). Both with our arms held out. Let me just say one thing about this particular Raw. ‘Winners drink milk’.
Then there was San Francisco. The amount of beggers around was phenomenal. They were everywhere. They had signs like ‘Homeless my ass, I just want to get high’. Hmmmm, persuasive, very persuasive. There was this one guy actually who was walking down the road asking for money. He was a transvestite with a skirt, bra and no shoes on, walking along shouting, ‘spare some change for the holy spirit. Come on, what’s a nickel. What if I told you I was Jesus………..which I am, but that’s another story. Back on this earth……again!’ Then he started talking about Jesus and completely lost his line of thought. All this in a really annoying American accent.
I meant to take home a piece of rock from Alcatraz as well, but I completely forgot. Oh well.
I saw a couple of movies as well. On the plane going there I saw Along came a Spider, Shrek (again) and The Mexican. Along came a Spider was pretty good although it got a bit ridiculous toward the end and The Mexican was really good. I saw a few movies on TV while we were there including What lies beneath (which wasn’t bad) and Above the Law (Nico over here), which was absolutely abysmal. Steven Seagal’s walk is so mockable. I saw Planet of the Apes in the cinema as well and it was really disappointing. It was still quite good but I was expecting so much. Then, on the plane home I saw Blow, Sleppy Hollow and most of Series 7: Contenders. Blow was brilliant, Sleepy Hollow was awful and Series 7 was hilarious.
Oh yeah, there is one more story to tell. As my sister was choosing some sweets from some sweet store, this lamborghini pulled up. It took the guy driving it about 10 minutes to park. No joke. I am not exaggerating. Ten minutes! He was there for ages reversing, driving forward, reversing, driving forward. Eventually, when he did park, the door opened and two (yes two!) feet come out. He slips on his white boots and I was expecting to see somebody famous get out. Instead, some guy who I’d never seen before steps out and walks across the road to some café. This guy was dripping with gold. He had gold chains round his neck and huge bracelets on his wrists. There were loads of people crowding around his car looking in and for some reason he sat across the road with his back away from it. He was constantly looking round though. He seemed a right idiot (a stronger word is necessary here). I thought it would be funny to buy a plastic sherrif badge and walk over to him, throw it on the table and say in an American Accent, “I’m sorry sir I’m gonna have to ask you to move your car.” That would have been hilarious watching him try to drive away.
Ah well, I’ve been to Raw and that’s (almost) all that matters. I still have my ticket and I’ll keep it very, very safe. I also managed to get a rather lovely Lita poster which is now in my room along with all my film posters and Bruce Lee banners which I bought while I was over there.
There is only one thing I don’t like about America and that’s the accents. They aren’t annoying in films but in real life they’re horrible. I despise them.
By the way, is there a new notable yet or not?
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Well, I’m back. I go from a week in LA to a week in San Francisco to months and months in......Westgate! Great! Oh well, it was good while it lasted. Plus, I got a fantastic deal on a tennis racket. $200 off so I got it for only $100. It was still more than I wanted to spend but I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that.
Anyway, LA was a hell of a lot better than San Francisco. There was so much more to do. I went on a couple of good roller coasters at that new theme park next to Disney, I went to Universal Studios, I saw the Grand Canyon (and I emptied my entire stomach contents on that flight) and I went to Hollywood. In fact, I went to Hollywood the day before Nicholas Cage went to imprint his hands and feet. I could have gone back but it would have been absolutely packed so I didn’t bother. I wish I had now though as even if I had just seen his head, that would have been fine with me. The day I arrived in Anaheim there was actually a triple murder (execution style) in Compton. A very violent place indeed.
I managed to get to a laptop while in LA so I looked up where the wrestling was being held (and tried to post a few messages on here as well but I couldn’t). The day before I arrived, it was held in Anaheim. My hotel was in Anaheim. I was so close to seeing Raw. Then I checked SummerSlam. Sold out. Then Raw in Sacramento on Monday, the day before I was due to leave. Tickets. They cost $37 so I ordered 3 (1 for me, 1 for my brother, and 1 for my sister). That was the highlight of my holiday. It was a reasonably small stadium so we were pretty close to the front. Pretty far away as well, but pretty close (if you understand what I mean). It was the Raw following Summer Slam and in a hotel, you can’t order Summer Slam so we just had to go and find out what happened while we were there. It was absolutely brilliant. I saw everyone. Everyone except Kane. Everyone else (worth seeing anyway) was there. It was an absolutely brilliant Raw. You have to watch it on Friday if you have sky. See whether you can see me. I had a blue T-shirt on and at the beginning when the camera pans across the crowd I am standing next to my brother (with a bright, illuminous orange T-shirt on). Both with our arms held out. Let me just say one thing about this particular Raw. ‘Winners drink milk’.
Then there was San Francisco. The amount of beggers around was phenomenal. They were everywhere. They had signs like ‘Homeless my ass, I just want to get high’. Hmmmm, persuasive, very persuasive. There was this one guy actually who was walking down the road asking for money. He was a transvestite with a skirt, bra and no shoes on, walking along shouting, ‘spare some change for the holy spirit. Come on, what’s a nickel. What if I told you I was Jesus………..which I am, but that’s another story. Back on this earth……again!’ Then he started talking about Jesus and completely lost his line of thought. All this in a really annoying American accent.
I meant to take home a piece of rock from Alcatraz as well, but I completely forgot. Oh well.
I saw a couple of movies as well. On the plane going there I saw Along came a Spider, Shrek (again) and The Mexican. Along came a Spider was pretty good although it got a bit ridiculous toward the end and The Mexican was really good. I saw a few movies on TV while we were there including What lies beneath (which wasn’t bad) and Above the Law (Nico over here), which was absolutely abysmal. Steven Seagal’s walk is so mockable. I saw Planet of the Apes in the cinema as well and it was really disappointing. It was still quite good but I was expecting so much. Then, on the plane home I saw Blow, Sleppy Hollow and most of Series 7: Contenders. Blow was brilliant, Sleepy Hollow was awful and Series 7 was hilarious.
Oh yeah, there is one more story to tell. As my sister was choosing some sweets from some sweet store, this lamborghini pulled up. It took the guy driving it about 10 minutes to park. No joke. I am not exaggerating. Ten minutes! He was there for ages reversing, driving forward, reversing, driving forward. Eventually, when he did park, the door opened and two (yes two!) feet come out. He slips on his white boots and I was expecting to see somebody famous get out. Instead, some guy who I’d never seen before steps out and walks across the road to some café. This guy was dripping with gold. He had gold chains round his neck and huge bracelets on his wrists. There were loads of people crowding around his car looking in and for some reason he sat across the road with his back away from it. He was constantly looking round though. He seemed a right idiot (a stronger word is necessary here). I thought it would be funny to buy a plastic sherrif badge and walk over to him, throw it on the table and say in an American Accent, “I’m sorry sir I’m gonna have to ask you to move your car.” That would have been hilarious watching him try to drive away.
Ah well, I’ve been to Raw and that’s (almost) all that matters. I still have my ticket and I’ll keep it very, very safe. I also managed to get a rather lovely Lita poster which is now in my room along with all my film posters and Bruce Lee banners which I bought while I was over there.
There is only one thing I don’t like about America and that’s the accents. They aren’t annoying in films but in real life they’re horrible. I despise them.
By the way, is there a new notable yet or not?
Anyway, LA was a hell of a lot better than San Francisco. There was so much more to do. I went on a couple of good roller coasters at that new theme park next to Disney, I went to Universal Studios, I saw the Grand Canyon (and I emptied my entire stomach contents on that flight) and I went to Hollywood. In fact, I went to Hollywood the day before Nicholas Cage went to imprint his hands and feet. I could have gone back but it would have been absolutely packed so I didn’t bother. I wish I had now though as even if I had just seen his head, that would have been fine with me. The day I arrived in Anaheim there was actually a triple murder (execution style) in Compton. A very violent place indeed.
I managed to get to a laptop while in LA so I looked up where the wrestling was being held (and tried to post a few messages on here as well but I couldn’t). The day before I arrived, it was held in Anaheim. My hotel was in Anaheim. I was so close to seeing Raw. Then I checked SummerSlam. Sold out. Then Raw in Sacramento on Monday, the day before I was due to leave. Tickets. They cost $37 so I ordered 3 (1 for me, 1 for my brother, and 1 for my sister). That was the highlight of my holiday. It was a reasonably small stadium so we were pretty close to the front. Pretty far away as well, but pretty close (if you understand what I mean). It was the Raw following Summer Slam and in a hotel, you can’t order Summer Slam so we just had to go and find out what happened while we were there. It was absolutely brilliant. I saw everyone. Everyone except Kane. Everyone else (worth seeing anyway) was there. It was an absolutely brilliant Raw. You have to watch it on Friday if you have sky. See whether you can see me. I had a blue T-shirt on and at the beginning when the camera pans across the crowd I am standing next to my brother (with a bright, illuminous orange T-shirt on). Both with our arms held out. Let me just say one thing about this particular Raw. ‘Winners drink milk’.
Then there was San Francisco. The amount of beggers around was phenomenal. They were everywhere. They had signs like ‘Homeless my ass, I just want to get high’. Hmmmm, persuasive, very persuasive. There was this one guy actually who was walking down the road asking for money. He was a transvestite with a skirt, bra and no shoes on, walking along shouting, ‘spare some change for the holy spirit. Come on, what’s a nickel. What if I told you I was Jesus………..which I am, but that’s another story. Back on this earth……again!’ Then he started talking about Jesus and completely lost his line of thought. All this in a really annoying American accent.
I meant to take home a piece of rock from Alcatraz as well, but I completely forgot. Oh well.
I saw a couple of movies as well. On the plane going there I saw Along came a Spider, Shrek (again) and The Mexican. Along came a Spider was pretty good although it got a bit ridiculous toward the end and The Mexican was really good. I saw a few movies on TV while we were there including What lies beneath (which wasn’t bad) and Above the Law (Nico over here), which was absolutely abysmal. Steven Seagal’s walk is so mockable. I saw Planet of the Apes in the cinema as well and it was really disappointing. It was still quite good but I was expecting so much. Then, on the plane home I saw Blow, Sleppy Hollow and most of Series 7: Contenders. Blow was brilliant, Sleepy Hollow was awful and Series 7 was hilarious.
Oh yeah, there is one more story to tell. As my sister was choosing some sweets from some sweet store, this lamborghini pulled up. It took the guy driving it about 10 minutes to park. No joke. I am not exaggerating. Ten minutes! He was there for ages reversing, driving forward, reversing, driving forward. Eventually, when he did park, the door opened and two (yes two!) feet come out. He slips on his white boots and I was expecting to see somebody famous get out. Instead, some guy who I’d never seen before steps out and walks across the road to some café. This guy was dripping with gold. He had gold chains round his neck and huge bracelets on his wrists. There were loads of people crowding around his car looking in and for some reason he sat across the road with his back away from it. He was constantly looking round though. He seemed a right idiot (a stronger word is necessary here). I thought it would be funny to buy a plastic sherrif badge and walk over to him, throw it on the table and say in an American Accent, “I’m sorry sir I’m gonna have to ask you to move your car.” That would have been hilarious watching him try to drive away.
Ah well, I’ve been to Raw and that’s (almost) all that matters. I still have my ticket and I’ll keep it very, very safe. I also managed to get a rather lovely Lita poster which is now in my room along with all my film posters and Bruce Lee banners which I bought while I was over there.
There is only one thing I don’t like about America and that’s the accents. They aren’t annoying in films but in real life they’re horrible. I despise them.
By the way, is there a new notable yet or not?
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