Leaving Las Vegas 

Sat at McCarran International Airport. 22.10.17 contempting future shivers. But the release of my new instrumental album 8 Sabbats arrives 31st October

https://claudinewestmusic.com/2017/09/12/8-sabbats/



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Caesar’s Palace: For English folk the have not been here. This is nothing like ‘Blackpool’ or ‘Skegvegas.’ With the likes of Elton John performing during our stay. This hotel casino is massive! We found it rather overwhelming. Advice. . Bring plenty of money as it’s expensive. Having a flutter is fun. If you win.. walk away. It’s very easy to get over excited and blow your winnings. Vegas is a money vacuum. Caesar’s is fun, crazy, you can people watch and go wild. Meet some great friendly folk to chat to. Lots of photo opportunities. It’s also ‘poser’ central. This place drips $$$. We loved relaxing at the pool area (sun and fun in October when you are from cold, windy England is just a beautiful experience) April or October are the best months to come unless you want to be roasted in July. We tried the $50 buffet breakfast / brunch. Oh wow! Endless food and booze consumption. A play on the machines will get you free drinks. So it’s worth balancing small best for most return via booze and a flutter. Like I’ve said nothing is cheap. You have to go downtown for ‘cheaper.’you also have to add tax to any advertised price. 
Our room was massive. Our bed in the Palace Tower was really comfortable. Note. Keep valuables and ‘change’ in your safe. Or the maids ‘might just mistake it for a tip!’ You will definitely tot up your step count. Service is always good, from the waitresses, valets, cab drivers, staff in general. Also take time to explore the other hotels on the strip and the Bellagio fountains water display next door. 

Summary. It’s a trip of a lifetime. If you like nightlife, crazy times, gambling, food and excess. You will love it here. 

We love the beach, the woods, the quite. So this was pretty overwhelming at times. But such an experience. We also need to eat a plant food diet for a while ;-p 

I’ve got back into Bloody Mary drinkies. 


‘Art Garfunkel’ text when in San Francisco 


See you next time….. 

in flight photos

We then arrived back … welcome home 

Clange Do Battlefield Vegas! 

18.10.17 With wilder eyes wide open. This desert never sleeps. We began with a nice breakfast at Payard Bakery in Caesar’s Palace.


Then did a mini video blog at the pool

After shooting our bazookas off at Battlefield Vegas. An experience I’ll possibly never get to do again. The recoil is bruising, the noise deafening… next time I watch an action film I’ll remeber this.. Bar a zombie apocalypse or playing Grand Theft Auto. That was my PMT release gun style!

Watch Ange

Watch my Brother and Slomo Mini Gun

Surrounded by #vegasStrong hash tags after the awful Mandalay Bay Massacre. Which we keep passing on the strip. The whole gun law thing in America. ‘Guns don’t kill.. People kill’ its a debate that will rage on. I enjoyed this in a very controlled safe environment. I couldn’t shoot a bird or animal in reality. A paper target and ultimately vegetarianism is my only choice.

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We went for an American Style ‘Taco Bell! ‘‘Twas lovely. We fed the little birdies.

After the taxi driver had attempted to drop us off at the furthest away one. We got dropped off further away. We walked the strip. In hindsight it was closer to walk from Caesars Palace! So the ticket selling, CD (give away but harass for a donation knobheads, harassment continued. One shouted his daughter was born gay! Clearly Ange and I are card carrying Lesbians! Another told us to smile.. Fcuk off! And then for the finale.. one asked what the best thing about Vegas was? Ange shouted “Not being harassed!” He looked bemused. Someone asked if my Brother was his wife’s dad….


Then we tootled off to the pool for a few hours messing about.

A little flutter in the casino. Then dinner at New York New York Hotel at Gallagher’s.


Due to the mahosive size of Caesar’s Palace and The Strip trotting about as well as troffathons. We are putting in the step count too. (mum) Balanced indulging.

Just One Venetian Vegas Cornetto 

After the Caesars buffet breakfast/ brunch. We went for a trotsy to The Venetian. A beautiful hotel with Gondola rides. A more chilled out atmosphere compared to Caesars Palace. Don’t get me wrong it’s all very spectacular. It’s like Blackpool and Skegness on speed, acid, cocaine with a dash of napalm and a hint of cyanide. This place makes, breaks, escapes. It’s spectacular.


 The Venetian has crystals and relaxing vibes.. it’s rather beautiful. One can get lost inside with the being ‘outside’ illusion. With shop assistants in doorways trying to entice people in. Everything is nicely done to help you. But with the want of a tip. The free drinks while playing in the casino are provided with a tip for the waitress. With the random shouts from winners echoing. The smokey atmosphere. There is opportunity if your lucky clover is on your side. The temptation for out of control gambling, in the hope of dollars is imprinted of every face. From the weary to the wide eyes excited ones. 

 It’s hot now. Apparently July is so hot it melts tyres! We went on the outside gondola ride. With some top tips from our Gondolier. I asked.. we got! We were treated to mash up of ‘O Sole Mio’ & Just One Cornetto. Brilliant!

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With a quick Jim Beam Apple to keep my strength up. 

Ange and I went to an Oxygen bar. After a shot of go go juice, various vibrating things. 


I don’t think I’ll ever look at a nasal cannula in the same way again! We then double bubbled our bliss and went for a massage, followed by a dip in Caesars pool. After all of the travelling. Time to chill is good. My Brother is busy legging it about lots of hotels. Ange and I are kind of grinding to a halt now and relaxing. A few dabbles on the ‘Wheel Of Fortune’ casino machines. Has winner winner chicken dinner paid for 2 breakfasts! I don’t think we will ever visit a seaside arcade again for the 2p machines. This is just the bitch! The amount of money spent here by people is just phenomenal. The glitz, the glam, the sunshine, the lights. It’s just an experience that we are glad we had. 

We finished the evening at Hooters #vegas 

The sunshine is doing my mood wonders. One has a hint of dread going back to the cold and darkness and ‘normality’ of England. I think I might suffer SAD all year round there…..:-0 

LA to Vegas

Driving 260 miles along Interstate 15. One canyon leads to another. The desert is not an attractive beast. We played count the bush. For the driest desert in North America. It’s no camping trip. A landscape without refrain.





After a quick stop off at Barlow for a corn dog and Wetzel’s Pretzels. 


There really is no mercy from the sun or shelter for those stranded in the Mojave Desert. It’s truly relentless. Of if my favourite songs: My track ‘Solstice’ by Earth Tree Healing accompanies my short video. 

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Then you can watch LA to Vegas Video #2 featuring us! Julie managed to get pop down her tits. 

The quickening desert mirrors itself. With my head lolling about as consciousness began to leave me. We arrived in Vegas. Dropped off the Dodge and Taxied to the strip. Meeting the wonderful Sancia. She filled us in on some essentials. Laughter at the talk of Tramps, a little lost in accents. They turned to ‘Trumps’ which was funnier. 

We passed Mandalay Bay. Where the recent massacre occurred. #vegasStrong 


Upon arrival. We dragged our road weary assets to at our room. Which is possibly bigger than our house and garden. The bed is so comfortable! Then my excited and silently determined Brother, escorted us all on a long walk… well getting anywhere even in Caesars Palace is a marathon. 

Next to Guy Fieri’s for beer, Trash Can Nachos, a Motley Que Sandwich! Wow! 

We all had a little flutter in the casino. Ange came out $100 in profit. So that payed for dinner! 
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Zuma Beach, Santa Monica Pier, Fat Sal’s, Rodeo Drive… and then…. 

14th October 2017 (Bear in mind I’m 8 hours behind UK time and write this upon return to wifi and hotel in our evenings and during travels)

So began another sunny day with breakfast  today at John O’Groats, great pancakes! 

Paul Tyler. Lovely bloke. Ange walked in with ‘my’ Sonic Youth T-Shirt. He told her the band used to frequent here, as one of their mothers used to live nearby. 

We then travelled down the Pacific Coast Highway in October sunshine. I strongly feel I must live in Malibu. 

Tour guide Ange (Ariel Cadaver / Jennifer Bilathorpe the 3rd) did a commentary – Watch the video: 

We then went to Zuma beach. The locals beach. The Pacific Ocean is a beautiful thing. With its powerful waves crashing and pulling me closer into its world. Just beautiful. Again we stood out like the tourists we are on Earth. Ange chatted to a nice couple. They apologised for the wildfires, saying the smoke stopped a better view of the coast. Bless. No apologies….The air feels fresher than Nottingham and my sinuses clearer….if that’s anything to go by? The Pacific Ocean is an amazing thing. I look upon each sea and ocean I visit in this world as an energy, entity to be respected and absorbed. No Jaws or Jellies. So all good! 

Oh and ice freeze head and internal organ killers…. 

Next stop Santa Monica Pier and beach. Let the pictures here talk…

Dinner on Gayley Avenue at Fat Sal’s. I had one of the best sandwiches of my life here. Go there! The ‘Jaime’ OMG! Ange had The ‘Joey.’

And a drive around Beverley Hills, Rodeo Drive. Posh shops. Give me a music shop any day! A different world of wealth and labels that you can’t take with you at clogs popping time. Give me a free sea breeze any day. 

I do feel really comfortable in Los Angeles. It’s like coming home in some past or future life. LA is huge. Love the city of Angels quickening sunsets.


And then… After 5 days of utter bitch fits, meaning, withdrawal… Walmart saved the day with a $13 kettle and PG tips. What goes soon to Vegas… will stay in Vegas! I’m not bringing the bloody kettle back Angela! 

Domestic laundry bliss…. with wifey Ange (Snorey McSnore curtain inhailer extraordinaire) 

Day 6 Universal Studios LA

Los Angeles. Angels live here: 

13.10.17 Ange’s good English tea withdrawals had begun to traumatise her. 

Watch the video… ha ha ha ha. 

Part 1 Universal Studios https://youtu.be/7NJLWszllPQ

13.10.17 Universal Studios pt 2 inc Jaws & Animal Actors 

After a hearty hotel breakfast. We headed out on the highway. 

A day at Universal Studios. 


Top tips. Get the front of line ticket. If you have big boobage. Don’t waste your time queueing for Harry Potter. They won’t fit :-0 Had a great time on the Transformers ride, Jurassic Park water ride was fun and wet! 

Enjoyed the tour of Universal Studio lot. Until the Fast and Furious finale. The abruptly and prematurely ended after a little shit of a kid jumped out the cart, setting off all the sensors. 

The live animal show (Including rescue animals) was wonderful. 

Getting stuck in LA traffic on highway 101 for ages. Enabled us to view the array of tents for tramps on the banks by the highway. 

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Day 5 Hello LA

12.10.17 Today we waved goodbye to San Francisco 


…for now and flew through smokey skies to Los Angeles. 

Video here

With my Brother turning into Sweary Mary every time I recorded a video clip. (I’m clearly Angelic and never utter such words) 

Whilst choosing the Dodge rental from the row. Ange ad my Bto clearly did not see the bloke sat in his choice. Ignoring the warning from us. They both proceeded to open the boot and door. He hastily drove off while we pissed. 


Checking into Knott’s Berry Farm Hotel. It feels like a proper holiday hotel. We stuffed our faces with burgers and some Mahosive pizza. Dropped the kids off st the pool. Then headed out to Long Beach. I was grateful to be sat in the front. As poor Ange and Adele bore the brunt of the air con blow back brother fart. 

Heading off to Long Beach for a paddle and Ice Cream. I got foot pecked by a pigeon. Then Alfred Hitchcock and the cast of birds from ‘The Birds’ descended for some waffle cone! 


After doing their Mitch Buchannon impressions. ( I had chortled at the new Baywatch on the plane from the UK)


We then drove off to look at The Wueen Mary Ship Hotel 

With the Englishman in LA, I’m sure my Bro after this one trip now has at least 2 parking tickets and a ‘Running the stop sign fine’ heading his way :-0 


Going supermarket shopping for snacks on the way home. Resulted in more Cheetos (omg I love them) for me and the only shite English tea bags we could find for Ange’s addiction to tea. She has been in withdrawal for days now. Is almost not herself. Any longer and she will break! Watching her try to salvage a simple cup using a coffee percolater was desperate. I must now intervene and search google maps to find a proper tea place! 

Never mind what happens. You can’t beat a good squirt! 


Could Diet Squirt be the new box ticker?

With Adele, my Sister-in-Law almost having  an Memory Lane laughing fit Tena Lady binge pop pants asthma attack. As we drove past a 7-11. (my bro years ago had been too busy looking at his phone, not seeing the bright yellow raised curb before the glass entrance doors. Proceeded to trip and go flying into and through them with such s bang. Everyone turned, went quiet and asked him if he was ok. He tried to act casual. Adele was nearly hospitalised due to not being able to catch her breath and near asthma attack, due to laughing so much. Even though I was not there, I can fully visualise this and the noise, also due to the memories of accidents my ‘accident prone’ Bro had when we were kids.  

An evening poo and then dip in the jacuzzi followed by lager, chilli cheese dip with hit pretzels. Set are arses up for Univeral Studios tomorrow! 


I really, really like Los Angeles. 

Day 4 San Francisco and Art Garfunkel 

11.10.17 Golden Gate Bridge, Sausalito, The Castro. Final day in San Fran before we fly to LA. 

Watch the video here

We spent the day tram travelling first. 


  The then open top bus tour, over the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito.

 We love it there. Ice cream in waffle cones, watching the world go by. 


We ventured into Galerie Electra. Where I noticed a stunning oil painting of a tree. With its orange and red textures. Just mesmerising. With more beautiful oil paintings. We had a lovely chat with their curator. Where the light catches the colours and paint. (I must email her my art website links) Talking about the 60’s in London, The Doors, life, the San Francisco homeless population. The beauty and serenity of trees and grounding. A wonderful soul she is. 


Taking a ferry trip back. We then ventured to The Castro. Wow! We felt so comfortable. 

We ate lunch at Harvey’s which does amazing food and salads.


Cocktails at Twin peaks.

 We met an got chatting to a great couple who invited us to the local ‘Midnight Sun.’

 

Cocktails a go go with champagne slush and cosmopolitans. Talking Trump, Harvey Milk, best local places, bitch fits, whistling, relationships, America, dogs, and wonderful things…The horror of the wildfires, vineyards. How people barely escaped in Napa Valley. 

We then stumbled rather tipsy… past Castro Theatre and decided to go see Art Garfunkel talk about his book! (no photos or filming allowed- Commonwealth Club rules! ) People here are so friendly. We bought a coke and milk duds and settled in the beautiful theatre with the homely smell of popcorn circulating in this stunning place. I sit there taking it all in, while Ange discussed the horrors of Uk Politics and Teresa May with a Gentleman next to her. Art has the most relaxing voice. I could listen to hours about his life, music and walking travels. A treat to see a legend. 


Today America woke me up. Today I saw beyond the grind. I saw a better life. 
More pics of the day

Day 3 San Francisco – Alcatraz 

10.10.17 Alcatraz day. After a near full nights sleep after jet lag limbo last night. We headed off for a Bacon & waffles & more..healthy breakfast… ;-0 

Video here

 https://youtu.be/35iv9Hv9jRY

Breakfast at Boudin at Fisherman’s Wharf. 

Followed by Alcatraz. Lovely staff. The headsets tour gives a detailed history. Al Capone’s stay. Escapees, riots, murders. It’s oppressive, but alive with memories imprinted on bare walls. Proper punishment. There are these little flies that kept landing on us. aaaargh! Also Tip..Don’t dare get seen eating, or they will have you! Great views of a misty San Francisco.  Boxticked. ✅ 

We then went back to Pier 39 for lunch, rather strong cocktails 🍸 at Players Sports Grill & Arcade. We kept seeing this little green boat bobbling about in the bay. Looked a bit choppy! So for $15 dollars well spent. A hilarious boat trip later with Captain Ryan, the BeforeYouDieGuy where we got to drive it. It was a good day. 

 Wandering the streets for a foot massage. Then feeling the need for a sleep. Ange and I rested while Adele, Rob and Julie enjoyed the night bus tour… windy! After doing YMCA and freezing their jalapeños off. Bless them.