I Say U.K., You Say No Way
Today Vicki and I hopped on British Airways and took off for London. This begins a week of screenings and interviews for “Hoodwinked,” all over the United Kingdom. The film opens here in September, and they have many events geared toward kids.
I love a nice long international flight (at least when someone sends me “bidness class”). I have my laptop, DVD’s, iPod, noise cancelling headset… where else can I try out all of my cool toys at once? This is why I got no sleep. British Airways have these great reclining lounge chairs, and every two of them face each other…. so that… I don’t know, so you can toast. Plus all the attendants are… British. Which is delightful.
My contact, Ben, met us at London Heathrow airport. Nice chap. He’s done press for Ricky Gervais!
Ben flexes his mad PR skills on the train, scheduling another interview.
Ben got us to the Soho Hotel, a really nice place. It’s raining, but so cool in this area. Theaters all around, museum down the street… Starbucks on the corner. I’m set. The hotel itself is full of modern art and funky fixtures.
In the room, they did NOT have my requested Diet Coke with Lime or my bowl of green M & M’s. So naturally I went ballistic. Busted a couple lamps and threw the toilet out the window. I put it on Harvey’s tab.
Today is a rest day and I think that was well planned. Vicki is already crashed on the bed and I’m on my way. Then we’re gonna go carousing… or whatever the Brits call it. Canoodling?
August 28th, 2006 at 10:41 am
ca·noo·dle – v. To engage in caressing, petting, or lovemaking.
Just don’t get yourselves arrested.
August 28th, 2006 at 2:20 pm
Actually, American Indians and Boy Scouts go canoodling. Eskimos and folks in the Pacific Northwest go kayaking.
Don’t show your lingo ignorance: at Oxford it is called “crewing.”
Have some kippers for me.
-Sean
August 28th, 2006 at 2:58 pm
I found out that here in London, they eat their kayaks with cheese, instead of ketchup. Weird.
August 28th, 2006 at 10:04 pm
I love your ballistic rage over the missing diet coke and green M&Ms. So American!!!
Canoodling–love that definition Mark–hahahah!
August 29th, 2006 at 8:18 am
Hey Cory,
So awesome that you and Vickie can go to Europe together now. Thanks for sharing.
I skimmed through the pre-Europe part of your blog, and how cool you got to meet Luc Besson!
BTW, I write, too, but EXTREMELY amateurly compared to you. Frankly, I rarely have more than 5 minutes at a time to write (for instance, just now Atticus fell over a lightsaber and needs a kiss on his…butt).
If you have time, which you don’t, my blog is:
http://360.yahoo.com/cindarcolvey
And my extremely tragic latest project is:
http://a-hiqaapew.blogspot.com/
Warm regards, and best wishes for a safe trip,
Cindy Colucy
August 30th, 2006 at 1:57 am
Cindy,
Good to hear from you… I’ll take a look.
August 30th, 2006 at 11:01 pm
Be sure to enjoy the British salad. It is a sprig of parsley on top of an 18 ounce steak.