LAUNCHED 2020. ADVENTURES WITH CLANGE WAFFLE ON.
Clange talking rubbish on our first podcast. https://anchor.fm/clange/episodes/Clanges-1st-Podcast-eae32d
Clange talking rubbish on our first podcast. https://anchor.fm/clange/episodes/Clanges-1st-Podcast-eae32d
Sat at McCarran International Airport. 22.10.17 contempting future shivers. But the release of my new instrumental album 8 Sabbats arrives 31st October
Watch the flight
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.
in flight photos
We then arrived back … welcome home
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.
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.
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.
20.10.17 Boulder City certainly lives up to its name. Arid, rocks…
Lake Mead. We were one of the last boats allowed out on Lake Mead due to the wind… which got worse. So what does Ange do? Speed up! Soaked at the front and back of the boat.
The Hoover Dam on the Nevada/ Arizona state line. Is a spectacular feat of engineering. Video >>>>
We then drove the rental car back to Fremont Street. Where we had been warned there were ‘freaks!’ This was the old Las Vegas. It is the Las Vegas that Ange said she had envisioned and we felt quite at home.
Nothing to see here…
Mmmmm Chilli Dogs.
We then spent our evening firstly watching the Bellagio Fountains water show
Video here >>>
It was rather entertaining and a great atmosphere . With a variety of tramps, buskers, drunks and folk enjoying ourselves.
Talented Balloon lady at The Flamingo. She made a guitar and tarot card.
19.10.17 Have you ever got suntan lotion in your eyes? Sweet Jesus! It’s was like fire water. Red eye! I managed to run it into both. Ensued a massive BF. Unable to see properly. Ange had to guide me to the restroom for damp tissue application.
Apart from that. We spent a day relaxing at the pool with a few slushy margaritas and Pina Coladas. Bliss. Note photo by Ange of Julie and I snoring after…
We then went for a stuff ones face buffet at The Bellagio.
Their wonderful ‘Fall’ display. Watch the video
And finally. The Las Vegas Strip. Our bemused cab driver. Having left The Bellagio, which is literally next to Caesar’s Palace. We’d eaten too much. The day at the pool had been exhausting wIth much needed chillaxation!
While moanung to him with our ‘funny accents’ while ‘Jesus Saves’ and ‘repent evil spirits’ (rants/ protests / preaching… whatever you call it.) about the hidden tax. So whatever you buy in America. Whatever the advertised price. They then add the tax on. With additional ‘tips’ expected/to be given for everything. Whether I’m this is just tourist extortion or the norm. It takes a calculator and faffing about. If is says $20 I want to pay $20!
Me: “Ange turn over you are snoring”
Ange “I’m awake… I’m dreaming about sausages, gravy and mash”
Me: “So you are clearly not awake then…”
Turns over and snores… asleep…
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.
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 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.
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….
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.
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.
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.
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!
‘Denny was working it real hardDown Sunset Boulevard. Back in 1973. Why would he bother going home. His parents left him on his own. Who knows. Maybe they were out getting stoned’
Sunset Boulevard and the stars walk of fame. Every few paces you get harassed by people peddling their CD’s, up front in yer face. Offering them for free. Only to harass anyone who takes one for a donation. If I’d have known I’d have taken some of my own to give them. Nice little trot around star hand imprints, bar the constant harassment and dickhead behaviour. Some stars have tiny feet compared to my clod hoppers!
In temperatures of 36c it was time to chillout with water and ice cream and shout ‘Arse’ really loud Tourette’s style when Ange asked me what I was thinking about. (You had to be there) A hearty lunch at hooters. Why have I never gone before in Nottingham?
The pilgrimage to the infamous Whisky A Go-Go. Where one of my favourite bands, The Doors played. Then back to driving around in LA traffic again… oooh the traffic! Carpools are great though. But makes me want to be away from cities. Countryside and coastal.
Some outlet shopping. Then it was off to the pool to relax and chat about the UK with gold in the jacuzzi. Oh yes… Pool dippy dippy because jaws and man o wars don’t live in pools! No kid turds either… for Clange! Everyone is so friendly here. It’s so refreshing. Make me so ashamed of my own crippling antisocialness. Ange has my back as she is chattier than a shivering horse on acid.
It’s been a whistle stop tour of Los Angeles. Yes I want to return. Only so much we could fit in between the constant troffing marathons 😉
With them playing ‘yellow car’ and tramp spotting.. which awarded ‘tramp stamps’ kudos for tents, trolleys etc. A lot pitch tents literally on the sloping verges on highways… noise, pollution, is it safer?Again. In the 21st century I ask is it a choice due to drug/alcohol addiction, circumstances, mental health? What is society doing? Where is the help? Like in San Francisco.. where the tour guides don’t tell you how bad it is. Trump what are you doing? But like various locals told us there.. there is help, food, shelter, restraining. They just choose in an all year sunny climate to do what they do on the streets.
Off to Vegas in the morn.
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)