What hasn't been said about Vegas?

Las Vegas distilled




David Hasselhoff



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Foetal position



A computer Black-jack game with clunky hooters. OMG


This guy was gorgeous. "Give me money to pay for my next cold beer."



Circus de Soleil mascot. Not sure what to say.





These guys were great.


Old school stuff


Today has me as a peripatetic sedentary.

My feet hurt but I feel like I've achieved nothing.

My senses are struggling with the need to curl up into a foetal proposition. I am curling up with pistachios and Newcastle Brown to compensate. I have done the Vegas strip.

What am I saying? Well, I guess i would like to say something original about Vegas but it's like those sheer cliffs yesterday. A metaphor too far. The developers win.

I've diligently experienced the whole strip today, no dollars gambled, no prostitutes procured, no alcohol imbibed and no cliches left uncliched. I mean, (he says) after decades, and years and years, of knowing about this place and seeing it as a certain thing for so long... ah forget it.

You wouldn't understand.

I love the effort put into Vegas, but it's more Disney than De Niro, but if Nicholas Cage wants to drink himself to death here, then I would be happy to join him. Especially if Elizabeth Shue wants some of my action. This is after three beers and 217 pistachios (see pic).

I really cannot decide where to waste my Australian Roubles. Maybe Blackjack? Definitely not a slot machine. Maybe I'll just give it to that bum to drink (see pic).

The funniest thing today was the bus-drivers. they drive double-decked coaches and each stop is enhanced by the poor driver being forced to entreat us over the speakers, "Do not board on the rear doors of the coach. I repeat, do not board via the rear doors. Enter at the front door. You must have the exact money, we do not give change. Do not wait for the person in front of you. Give me your prepaid ticket and I will swipe it. If you want the Premier Event, do not board this bus. You must get on the A coach. I repeat, if you want to get to the Premier Event you are on the wrong coach. No drinks are permitted on this coach. I repeat. No drinks are permitted on his coach."

This is repeated every 200 yards. What a great job.

This was occasionally enhanced by repeated and lengthily inane discussions with loud, confused patrons; it created an ideal moment for me and my iPod to get together. (podcasts rule)

I have the evening to go yet and I will then decide whether to back-track to the Grandiose Canyon. I really should. Shouldn't I?

I hope you know that I actually do review this blog and delete the really stupid stuff.