Clapham, the Final Frontier
This will be the first of a (hoped for) series of blogs chronicalling the ongoing adventures of the Starship Ramsburg. This week's Guest Stars: Dan & Jim.
The scene opens on our guest stars sitting for an hour in a 100 degree plane in our nation's capital. A baby a few rows up, naked but for a bulging diaper, shrieks as if possessed by Old Scratch himself. The flight attendants pass tiny cups containing what passes for a sip of water to a parched, sweaty and now pacing crowd, while the"last of the luggage is loaded on board". Through our sweat and pierced eardrums, we quietly thank the 23 extremists and their little plot to blow us up for delaying our departure.
Once in the air, everything goes smoothly, save a slightly cramped seat, and the fact that our guest stars discover far too late that the alcohol on Virgin Atlantic flights is free. Estimated sleep: 90 minutes.
Switching now to first person, we eventually arrived in London to the waiting hugs of Jamie and a long tube ride back to Clapham and the luxurious Ramsburg garden flat. I (Dan) take an impromptu nap while Jamie and Jim shop online for and pick Jamie's shoes for Flo's wedding. Did you read that Flo? Jamie has shoes! Fabulous ones at that.
Jamie's delicious curry and several gin & tonics and scotches later, bed comes, a brief time before our 3am taxi to the airport for our trip to Nice. Estimated sleep: 120 minutes.
We will leave our heros here for the moment, leaving you wondering, what of their trip to Nice??? Will John play Craps at a ritzy French Riviera casino? Will Jamie find French baby clothes for her soon to arrive (or already arrived???) cousin? Will Dan & Jim be able to tell the difference between the French and Homosexuals? Tune in tomorrow to find out.
Not to spoil the next chapter, but I want to get this in here before anyone else gets to make the joke (like that London France Underpants nonsense), Nice... was Nice. More to come.
The scene opens on our guest stars sitting for an hour in a 100 degree plane in our nation's capital. A baby a few rows up, naked but for a bulging diaper, shrieks as if possessed by Old Scratch himself. The flight attendants pass tiny cups containing what passes for a sip of water to a parched, sweaty and now pacing crowd, while the"last of the luggage is loaded on board". Through our sweat and pierced eardrums, we quietly thank the 23 extremists and their little plot to blow us up for delaying our departure.
Once in the air, everything goes smoothly, save a slightly cramped seat, and the fact that our guest stars discover far too late that the alcohol on Virgin Atlantic flights is free. Estimated sleep: 90 minutes.
Switching now to first person, we eventually arrived in London to the waiting hugs of Jamie and a long tube ride back to Clapham and the luxurious Ramsburg garden flat. I (Dan) take an impromptu nap while Jamie and Jim shop online for and pick Jamie's shoes for Flo's wedding. Did you read that Flo? Jamie has shoes! Fabulous ones at that.
Jamie's delicious curry and several gin & tonics and scotches later, bed comes, a brief time before our 3am taxi to the airport for our trip to Nice. Estimated sleep: 120 minutes.
We will leave our heros here for the moment, leaving you wondering, what of their trip to Nice??? Will John play Craps at a ritzy French Riviera casino? Will Jamie find French baby clothes for her soon to arrive (or already arrived???) cousin? Will Dan & Jim be able to tell the difference between the French and Homosexuals? Tune in tomorrow to find out.
Not to spoil the next chapter, but I want to get this in here before anyone else gets to make the joke (like that London France Underpants nonsense), Nice... was Nice. More to come.
posted by Jamie & John | 3:18 PM
1 Comments:
Well Hello Jim And Dan !
So glad U2 made it to London safely! UR brave! Great job on the shoes by the by:) I hope the 4 of u have a wonderful time touring and visiting. Can't wait to hear more.. Love 2u all...
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