The good news is I managed to bag a seat twenty row for'ard of the one BA tried to give me, and with the extra leg room you get from being at the front on the
Unfastening seatbelt to sparking up first fag: 55 minutes. Standards are slipping, in spite of what we've been told about He Who Must Not Be Named in the Awful Office. And Nice Man Victor at Avis actually has a convertible for me. But he, like all car rental type is an Imp of Stan. And I succumbed to his insidious temptations and general evil, so instead of the standard 3.7L V6 Mustang I have the 5.0L V8 version. If the Internets are to be believed, this has 435 horsepowers. Which is quite a lot. Hurrah! And guess who else is pleased?
|It's a trap! There's two of them!|
More Stuffs tomorrow, Stuffs fans, as I head for Places I Just Missed Visiting On Previous Trips Because I Didn't Know They Were There. Not, I grant you, the snappiest theme, but you get what you pay for, right?