Southern Comfort: Day 9

Well I've felt like a dog with two dicks today. Went to the waterfront to see some brilliant stuff. Sadly, and as previously mentioned, I can't discuss any of it as it makes me look like a 'weirdo' and an 'oddball'. I'm not sure that isn't already abundantly clear to anyone reading this, but a promise is a promise. So you get the pictures, but without the highly educational and exceptionally interesting commentary.

I did find a cafe that properly tickled my fancy downtown today, and almost ran in to demand a decent cuppa. I spent a very pleasant hour people watching on the terrace, and freaked out passers by with my Mmmmm noises every time I took a refreshing sip.

I know that I’ve been doing a lot of complaining so far in this blog - and part of that is probably jet lag, and part mid-life crisis. I should clarify however, that being British, I don’t openly complain, that would be far too impolite, so I use the blog as a pressure valve to complain in my head - on the Internet ...which is available to the whole world. ...I’ve confused myself now.

Anyway it doesn’t matter, because it’s just pulling pigtails and not genuine annoyance. That is…. with one exception. The ‘Blowin Smoke BBQ and Grill Cantina’ (love ‘Cantina’ btw, reminds me of Mos Eisley every time) which is a place you’d surely imagine to be a soft rock paradise or at the very least a good ole boys Country AND Western joint and therefore authentically Southern USA, decided to assault my eardrums with Coldplay all night. And I fucking hate Coldplay. No amount of Louisiana BBQ smoke could smother the dreadful middle class dinner party background music durge ’where is that bottle of Limoncello we picked up in Tuscany last year Verity? That would go just perfectly with the cheese course!’ No it fucking wouldn’t you pompous show-off can only manage a semi on a good day, dick. It quite put me off my ribs I can tell you.

US Navy stealth ship. It's a bit difficult to make out ....as you might expect.