haha, get you! actually I thought it was about music biz gangsters making sh*tloads of cash selling dodgy music and lifestyles to ignorant clubbers, but I've never been so what the hell would I know!
I was surprised/saddened by how many people in Detroit asked me whether I'd been to Ibiza. I was tempted to launch into rants about 'The White Isle', but somehow I couldn't get the energy. My weirdest conversation by far was with the bloke who came to change the tire on my car. For the record, that's not the sort of thing that I'd normally get other people to do, but it was a hire care and there was some kind of weird mechanism to release the spare tire that I couldn't figure out, anyway... Tyre Guy: So, where you from man? Me: The UK TG: The Ukraine? Me: No, England. TG: Oh Man, I LOVE England, I've always wanted to visit! Me: Really, why's that? TG: Phil Collins man! I love that guy, ever since susudio I been checking his sh*t for real! Me: Are you sure? TG: Oh yes, he da man! Hey, you know him or sumink? Me: No, not really, I think he's a tax exile in Barbados these days anyway. Tyre Guy looked quite upset about this. I think he was hoping to pop round to his house and say hello. > >she also designs leather bikinis (kind of like solar powered torches?) > > It's Ibiza. Nobody swims in Ibiza. It's all about the beach, not the > water daaaahling. > > MEK
