| Apologies for being somewhat remiss on the old journals (assuming that anyone reads them). You know how it is settling into a new job, new city and so on and so forth. I was in Atlanta last weekend visiting Tracy Housel. It was a difficult visit but worthwhile. On the way back I looked in my mirror to see an Alabama State Trooper�s lights flashing. I was doing 90 mph in a 55 so what did I expect? I pulled over to the side of the road. He was saying something in his microphone but I had no idea what it was as I had the music turned up so loud. I was therefore trying to turn the stereo off but couldn�t figure out how to do it so was fumbling around for a while. The State Trooper must have thought that I was going for a gun or something and was shouting things but again with the stereo I couldn�t hear him. He finally came to the window of the car and stuck his gun in my face. It was all cleared up though with no harm done. He explained to me that �over here folks like to shoot police officers�. I come from Northern Ireland so I wouldn�t know anything about that..... Anyway it all ended ok with me being given a written warning as apparently I have a good attitude (no-one has ever told me that before). Why do they write the warning out anyway? What does that accomplish? Does he think that I�ll clutch it close to my heart always? The mind boggles. Before that I passed my driving test on Friday. The driving instructor was really nice and invited me for dinner with her and her husband that evening. I knew should couldn�t very well fail my ass when she was saying: �At the stop sign turn right. I can roast some chicken if you are going to be in town?� I worked out that that was my 5th driving test in my life and I�m 5 for 5; gotta be happy with that. I ride motorcycles as well you see and so what with living in Bermuda and Ireland I have had to do 2 motorcycle tests and 2 car tests with last weekend�s American test being my 5th. The only other thing to report is that I went out for Halloween dressed as a nun (see the pictures in the photo gallery if interested)! I was walking along Bourbon street when I felt this sharp pain on my butt. I looked around to see this girl standing in PVC leather with a whip in her hand with which she had just spanked me. She said something like �Take that Sister� and then walked off. I ran into a man dressed up as a priest in a bar and he gave me some communion wafers. I was therefore celebrating communion on Bourbon Street. A few minutes later however I saw a female Christ (who was very attractive apart from the beard). Well I couldn�t very well give away the �Body of Christ� when Christ was standing right there could I so I gave Jesus her own body to hand around to the masses. What a strange place New Orleans at Halloween is! |