not a great deal, to be sure. just something, look you see, which speaks more about my commitment to regular updates here for you, the reader, rather than me having much of interest to say. story of my life, perhaps, but then again that is the only one i can really tell.
this is, at the least, and no matter how brief, another chapter in the tales of Spiros, for all you Spiros fans. yes, indeed, he has suggested that i refer to his adventures as "the tails of Spiros", but no.
recently Spiros had reason to cease his celebrated life of travels and returned to his ostensible home base of London. it has been, in fairness, a while since he challenged a London black cab driver to a bout of fisticuffs, and his punching hand was getting itchy.
so, off he went, and got greeted by this. airline travel is bad enough these days - even for executive first class premium flyers such as Spiros - without getting down on the ground and finding one cannot conduct their business in a suitable lavatory facility. yes, i suspect he will be suing them, as he is the greatest legal mind of his generation.
why did he not just "go wee wees" in the bathroom provided on the plane? that's an interesting story, but one i am not prepared to discuss much of. it involved some sort of flight attendant or steward called Ludwig or Helmut or similar, and referenced quite remarkable feats achieved in a relatively confined space.
just where does Spiros hang around in airports when flying? well, you know those VIP, platinum, gold membership lounges, yeah? each of those has another door, which leads to a secure area where real important people wait. that, if you are one of the 0.00015% of the population what qualifies to be in there, is where you will find him. well, there or at duty free buying me some splendid fags.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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