With A Little Rain – Gumball
Another day, another track or band that I have no idea about, although I will say that there is a chap who lives near me and Dom who wears a ‘Gumball’ T Shirt – he has a beard and wears brightly coloured trousers, so I avoid him. I’ll tell you what I think of Gumball at the end.
So you join me this week on a plane and for JC’s sake who, bless him, has had some trouble keeping up, it is late in 2014, not, you know, right now. Anyway, I am on a plane and have been for some ten hours. I have flown to the United States, on my own and feel very grown up and adult about it. I have had a fairly good seat, by the window and have been sat talking to a very nice American lady who has been in the UK for a wedding and is now returning to home to Palmdale, which is “a small city in the desert, not much there, but kinda nice, much nicer than Pasadena”.
The plane landed at Los Angeles about thirty minutes ago and we haven’t been allowed off yet. The reason we haven’t been allowed off is because there is a thunderstorm raging outside and the ground staff have refused or have not been allowed to push the metal stair thing towards the plane in case they get struck by lightning.
The Americans on board are fascinated by the lightning, they are videoing it, they are phoning their cousins in New Jersey to tell them about it. One woman is praying and singing the Lords Prayer, she has by the look of her had a few sweet sherries though. Apparently thunderstorms are relatively rare at Los Angeles Airport.
The nice lady next to me asks me why I am not interested in the thunderstorm and I tell her that I live near Dartmoor and that has its very own weather system and that it is in the only place in England where you can ‘guarantee’ to see all four seasons in one day. She writes this down and promises me that she will visit Dartmoor next time she is in the UK.
Eventually the storm subsides and I traipse off the plane, collect my luggage (which is all there) and into the waiting minibus thing which takes me to my hotel room. I check in and the guy behind the desk thanks me for bringing the ‘British Weather with me’. I smile and say ‘No Problem’ and then get to my room, which is pretty small but clean and besides I’m only here for one night because tomorrow my mums cousin Geoff is picking me up and taking me to his home in Sacremento.
I manage to stay awake long enough to find the restaurant and eat a burger – I say burger, its more like half a cow wedged between two bits of bread. Plus I get a free salad and several thousand chips, sorry fries, with it and ‘unlimited soda’.
On the television there is ‘live and uninterrupted’ footage of the ‘storm’ which is bringing chaos to California. The guy on the telly, is standing in what he claims is ‘Flood ravaged Palmdale’ but in reality looks like he is standing in about half an inch of water at best. I politely declined the offer of ‘a drink’ from the two guys at the bar and end (most) of my dinner. I don’t decline the drink because the men are annoying, I’m just tired and wouldn’t be much company I’m only staying awake because I am hyped up on ‘Shirley Temples’.
Then the ‘uninterrupted’ coverage of the weather ends and some men throwing a ball at each other comes on the telly, so I decide that it’s time for bed.
Oh and Gumball, really good as it happens, must mention that to hipster beardy man when I see him next.
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