Dirty Old Town

Well boys it's that time again. Once more you'll be privy to the secret thoughts of a man... restless. It was a long flight last night, neck breaking., I loaded myself up on melatonin and benedryl and took to the skies. It started with disappointment when Genevieve and I discovered that they no longer serve free drinks on international flights. Bah! I was really looking forward to being cut off by an effeminate steward. Damn! Oh for the days of Pan-Am. Well, I'm off to see what this bit of the world has to offer... probably a belly-load of Guinness!