I set off on Saturday morning. The plane seemed to lack any branding, which was a bit worrying. I mean, imagine if we went missing, how would the authorities find a plane with no name?
My 'boss', checking out the view.
And what a view it was...
Magazine on the plane. What the hell is the deal with this advert? Europeans are so strange.
From a blank plane to a 5 star hotel. This is getting to be more like the lifestyle I am used to.
My room had a lot of wood in it. Nice.
The fancy ceiling in the lounge/bar.
My super hot friend Saya happened to be in Milan, so we hooked up and decided to head into town for a look around... Only 1 euro for a train ride, plus it was quick, easy and clean. London has got it so wrong.
The local FootLocker was heaving...
Some b-boys and b-girls trying out their moves in the street. I think due to public noise restrictions, they were dancing to possibly the quietest stereo in the world.
Duomo Cathedral. Pretty impressive. Especially those big 'ESPRIT' banners either side.
So after a wander and a 'cappuccino, grazie' we headed back to the hotel and then onto the adidas event, which I shall post tomorrow...
3 comments:
don't put your hand where you wouldn't put your face
she said a dollar rubber rat utah plates brilliant green substance
unknown with a face like a peeled onion sheep in drag horseback automatic
to make your home clean make it sani-flush
she said now im a new skin-free crispy with this urge
to phone into the nosmoking zone of stainless steel tokyo
me and big white dog got to hijack pecan tarts for babylon bambi
out of mercer street where the crackheads catwalk charity
where teenage sex rides a stoned rhythm trading its chiliskins
to the screamers come to hunt their meat to the gold diggers in kissboots
and the recycled blondes in their stack heeled snatches the monster trucks
the rolling rocks the poodle boys with their little bone diggers
and dark stuff comes oozing out the apple core tonight like a beggars dog
tasting the wind.
into the blood...
oh great!u took a private jet to milan?
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