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Ten hours. In a plane. Where you can't smoke. Kill me now.
At least I had plenty to read - still working my way through the disks a certain bastard gave me. Marie-Ange, if George suddenly disappears, don't panic, it's because I managed to find his off switch. Tho' I doubt I could do it long-distance. And it's a hell of a long distance.
Paris feels very mellow, which isn't surprising considering it's the city of love. Mellow and warm and kind of tingly. Johannesburg, on the other hand... earthy. Old. The city itself is very English - not surprising, considering the people who built it were from Jolly Old - and on the surface it's got a similar vibe to New York or Chicago. Underneath, tho', it's a whole other thing. Something deeper and older, like Cairo.
Enough powers wank. Got a meeting to go to. And nicotine to catch up on.
At least I had plenty to read - still working my way through the disks a certain bastard gave me. Marie-Ange, if George suddenly disappears, don't panic, it's because I managed to find his off switch. Tho' I doubt I could do it long-distance. And it's a hell of a long distance.
Paris feels very mellow, which isn't surprising considering it's the city of love. Mellow and warm and kind of tingly. Johannesburg, on the other hand... earthy. Old. The city itself is very English - not surprising, considering the people who built it were from Jolly Old - and on the surface it's got a similar vibe to New York or Chicago. Underneath, tho', it's a whole other thing. Something deeper and older, like Cairo.
Enough powers wank. Got a meeting to go to. And nicotine to catch up on.
