2001 / 11

  • Back to Britain one-year-and-a-week after we left. Las Vegas was an incomparable heady cocktail of chinking slot machines and outlandish casino hotels that was a fantastic way of rounding off the year. We flew out for four days on the Las Vegas airline and were told our stewardesses were named Sherri, Cherri and Gerri… it’s that kind of place. We discovered, however, that gambling was shit when we wasted twenty quid by feeding the pokies for a couple of hours but the cheap accommodation and...