Summary
AIR travel is a large part of this job, thankfully in a manner harking back to the days when Gatwick Airport was a field in Croydon and men boarded aeroplanes wearing trilby hats and carrying a Macintosh, in case the pilot wanted the top down.
Of course it's not all frolics but often, after driving on roads with a view an eagle would give its right wing for, through little traffic barring the odd goatist and his herd of lunch, the journey ends with the chef at Bodegas Costapacket seeking approval for a simple menu of swan stuffed with gilded pig and oysters in a light sauce of diamonds. A sharp contrast to our last package holiday, memorable for a departure lounge resembling the Calais transit camp in shorts and a taxi ride from the airport which clearly funded a major slice of Ronaldo's transfer to Madrid. This year we stayed in the UK, arguably acceptable because if God had meant us to lie in the sun we would be pegged out as a rite of passage by the Apache and because by driving a modern diesel car rather than flying we would save at least two planets and countless baby polar bears.See the full content of this document
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Staying at Home with Autopilot Honda
Added to which I had no intention of starting another vacation in a refugee camp.
So, as the on...See the full content of this document
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