That, above, is one for the Latin freaks. You all know who you are. In your togas, mumbling about the Ides of March.
Twenty six hours in a crate in the bowels of a Thai Airlines Jumbo. I've spent better twenty-six hour slabs of my life.
So has Barbra.
So traumatised was she that she burst into a Gloria Estafan medley.
I threw up.
And there was my Kodak Box Brownie.