Boston - April 2005
Wednesday 6th April
Believe it or not, in April 2005 there was no direct flight from Manchester UK to Boston. Shocking! So, I had to fly in to Newark Liberty and catch a connecting flight to Boston Logan.
Yeah, the customs people, yet again, searched me for hidden fruit and vegetables. I wouldn't mind, but anyone looking at me can see straight away that I am not a veggie. I look like I live on Cheeseburgers and Peanut Butter... OK, so sometimes I eat them together... What?! Actually, it is a little bit of a mystery why they think I am smuggling fruit and veg. I may have a bag full of choccy treats and JIF/Skippy/Peter Pan, but fruit and veg? I don't think so. It's a side order, not a main course. Always has been, always will be. I might risk my liberty for Reese's Pieces, but a cucumber? Never going to happen!
Anyway, you fly down over Boston to Newark for an hour, then get on a flight and fly an hour back up the coast where you've just been... I'm sure it made sense to some little bureaucratic ass! Obviously, you fly over New York on the way. It is quite disturbing when you see the colour of the Hudson and East River from above...
Believe it or not, in April 2005 there was no direct flight from Manchester UK to Boston. Shocking! So, I had to fly in to Newark Liberty and catch a connecting flight to Boston Logan.
Yeah, the customs people, yet again, searched me for hidden fruit and vegetables. I wouldn't mind, but anyone looking at me can see straight away that I am not a veggie. I look like I live on Cheeseburgers and Peanut Butter... OK, so sometimes I eat them together... What?! Actually, it is a little bit of a mystery why they think I am smuggling fruit and veg. I may have a bag full of choccy treats and JIF/Skippy/Peter Pan, but fruit and veg? I don't think so. It's a side order, not a main course. Always has been, always will be. I might risk my liberty for Reese's Pieces, but a cucumber? Never going to happen!
Anyway, you fly down over Boston to Newark for an hour, then get on a flight and fly an hour back up the coast where you've just been... I'm sure it made sense to some little bureaucratic ass! Obviously, you fly over New York on the way. It is quite disturbing when you see the colour of the Hudson and East River from above...
The sorts of conditions I am expected to endure is beyond belief!
Just look at the crappy view from my hotel window...
Just look at the crappy view from my hotel window...
...and the state of my shabby hotel room for the next month?! What is a boy to do?
The shocking conditions I have to put up with sometimes... I just don't know how anyone can be expected to stay in such squalor and poverty. As for this pathetic selection of pastries that they expect me to eat for my breakfast. Tcha!
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