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Hey Soul Mates,
nothing will give you a 2 a.m. giggle-fit faster than reading severely negative hotel reviews. I must say that Trip Advisor has shaped our reservations for our voyage to the UK. The member comments are pure gold. I nearly cried reading about "mould 1/2 an inch thick" in a shower, "alarming eggy" smells emanating from a dining room and a general "sour and smokey" odour about. Phew. Turn me loose. Needless to say, we are going strickly modern.

We'll of course report back on our accommodation, but I must give a disclaimer that the views expressed on Trip Advisor are not mine, nor do they reflect my opinion of any establishment or its service. But I'm still in hysterics. It's hard to type. When people say youth hostels or the Y are better than a given hotel, that's funny. Or when a review entry is entitled "Never Again." LMAO!!! How about a room with a view of "a very attractive nitrogen tank?" Dizzamn!!

I am thrilled that we are beginning "From LA with Love" in Sheffield, home of Mr. Martin Fry and ABC. Human League, Joe Cocker and Pulp are from there, too. Plus, we've managed to book rooms a block away from D 'n' R where we are playing. In Liverpool, we'll be staying on the dock a few kilometres from Mathew Street and the Cavern. Which reminds me: what the heck is a kilometre? Special thanks to Hayley of Seaweed Biscuit for having the imagination to book us. Frankly, all the bookers we have dealt with have at least been pleasant, if not ready to have us rock the hizzy.

We didn't venture out in the rain to see Locksley last night. I trust they had a good set. After spending much of the day standing in rain, driving around Hollywood in it just loses its charm. Great episode of Lost tonight. Dang, Locke nearly lost his lower half... and the writers still haven't explained why he started the show in a wheelchair. Maybe during sweeps?!

Gotta keep busy, tho'. We're halfway done with hotel bookings. Our advert for the IPO program is done. Kind of clever, if I do say so myself. Bryan and I have started working up some new material. Dunno if you'll hear any of it before we get back. In case I forgot to mention it, Doug smashed and broke a finger last week, so send him some "Get Well Soon" thoughts. And yes, he practiced with a digit in a splint!

Oof. I just reread one of the hotel reviews and I'm back to laughing out loud. It helps to have the Kinks playing in the background, but even they can't drown out the laughter. I hope everyone finds some comedy during the day.
Love, Power, Peace

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Anonymous said…
Let's not forget, Def Leppard is also from Sheffield! Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked! : P

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