Effy, Iceland was an ice-cream glacier with toady-eyed hobbits! Turbulent ride back – plane being ping-ponged across the sky. My hand got wedged in some guys crotch. His GF is screaming at me, an overzealous Verdi soprano, with dragon-fire breath. We are by the exit row, she has opened the door The salt-water death isContinue reading “Iceland”
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