Thursday, March 26, 2009

Think You’ve Got It Rough?

Try flying out of Prague's Franz Kafka International Airport.

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  1. It's like something out of Firesign Theatres Waiting for the Electrician... or someone like him.

    "Welcome to the beautiful country of En Route, sir...

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  2. Try going through Customs at Washington National.

    Cheers

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  3. Customs? Hell, just try going through baggage claim!

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  4. One of our Prime Minister's, Harold Holt, died shortly after coming to power - by disappearing after going for a morning swim. He evidently drowned.

    This may or may not explain why Australians decided to name a swimming pool after him. (The building is apparently an example of that wonderful school of architecture, Brutalism.)

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  5. Nah. I hear they got roaches. Big suckers, too.

    SB: horiz
    period

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  6. Try going through Customs at Heathrow, in the 80's, with Infantry Fighting Vehicles parked at the intersections against IRA attacks, wearing a beatup old field jacket with an Irish name tag and carrying a duffel bag full of bulky packages.

    Alienation is not a problem. You'll make many new friends. Did you know those gloves come in elbow length? Tho I'm sure the sequins were a uniquely British touch...

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  7. Firesign Theatre, now there's a funny bunch,

    Everything you know is wrooooong!

    Well before Cheech and Chong, Firesign were the bust-a-gut roll on the floor masters...

    btw, I woke up this morning and found I had turned into a giant insect. That goes away by itself doesn't it? Some moisturiser perhaps? Lucky I can type with my nose

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  8. Richard: So, were you, er, detained long?

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  9. I would say I was held up, but that presents some unpleasant images of its own...

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  10. I now present me, splewing pico de gallo on the fuzzy cat. She's not happy, and I have a picture in my mind that may never go away.

    Thanks for the laugh, Richard!

    TW: onater - go thru Customs onater time.

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