A Last Day In Paradise

As the last full day here reality hits. We are going to miss the sunshine. But have the hot tub and kitty cats to go back to. With Ange’s new found love of American Football. We have experienced a lot. 

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Couldn’t do everything, but got a glimpse of life in LA. Tourism in Vegas and we got to go to The Castro in San Francisco. We don’t want to eat bacon for a while upon our return. The walking has done us good. The sun has definitely raised our vitamin D and happiness levels. Zuma Beach and Malibu has been both Mine and Ange’s favourite place. Vegas is Vegas. It’s a crazy place. Maybe we will come back to Vegas in 10 years. Who knows. Definitely Los Angeles and San Francisco. Won’t miss the cheesy feet smell each time we walk past the ‘posh shops’ at Caesar’s Palace, each time we come and go to our room. It nearly put me off Cheetos for life! 

21.10.17 (T-Minus 8 hours, Pacific time, plus tax and tips) Buffet Breakfast at Balleys. 
Flamingos at The Flamingo and Pelicans. 


A bit of a flutter. I’m no gambler, I’m a creative. I’ll stick to what I’m good at. 


Pool chillout afternoon and then a ‘last night’ family Italian Dinner at Maggiano’s (really good food!) and bed. 

Lovely time had on this adventure to San Francisco, Orange County, Los Angeles, Through the Mojave Desert, Las Vegas, Lake, Mead, The Hoover Dam on the Nevada / Arizona State Line. Great holiday and experience. Really relaxed. Vegas is a crazy place. Looking forward to a proper pot of tea and a fig roll. Get ready for the jet lag…. 

In the back of a Cab on the way back tonight. 

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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!

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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.

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)