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19 June: In the morning Wolf and Dianne, our friends from
Vancouver, picked us up from our hotel, and we drove down to Ottawa. Kousa was the Highway Star all the way... :-)
In about 5 hours (inc. a long lunch break on the way), we were at Jim & Line Corrigan's house in the suburb of Ottawa. The basement is a studio/music room with Jim's drum kit, their son Jimmy's Hammond Organ, and...a proper bar in the corner! The boys got down to a big jam session straight away (playing Deep Purple cover versions - what else? ;-) |
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Nick tending the bar... Unfortunately all the different kinds of beer & wine glasses hanging above the bar are cut off in this shot. I saw an extremely big (2-pint?) glass among them, and asked Nick "what's this for?" His answer was "a cocktail glass from Texas. Everything is huge in Texas, as you know..." |
A collection of beer cans on the wall. |
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While boys were making a lot of noise downstairs, girls were in the kitchen upstairs
preparing some food for the BBQ party to follow (and that's before the Deep Purple concert in
the evening!!) Line took a couple of apples out of the fridge, held this one and said "kiss my butt" - referring to the funny, extra dent in it. But on closer inspection, I thought it looked more like a vagina and the other one the arsehole... :-) |
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Unfortunately, after this point, Akiko got too exhausted to document all the food. We
had some nice fried calamari at the hotel bar/restaurant later in the evening, with
very spicy chilli mayonnaise, as well as a fruity leaf salad with dried cranberries,
pear slices marinated in lemon juice (very tangy) and pine nuts, which we can't show you here...
BTW, this may not be of any interest to you, but prior to this trip, I had been worried about this "no lighters allowed on flights to/from US" business, as I was flying via USA to Canada and was hoping for quick smoking breaks in transit. As it turned out, at Keflavík, Boston and Ottawa, I had lighters in my hand luggage which they didn't detect at all. Only at JFK on the way back, they found it and confiscated it, but they didn't find the matches in my bag. As soon as we landed in Keflavík, I had a couple of fags in the smoking room there - and people who'd just arrived from Baltimore said they had their matches confiscated before boarding, so they had to ask for a light from those of us who'd flown in from JFK... I mean, this whole American paranoia is so absolutely ridiculous anyway, but what's the point in having a law which they can't even universally reinforce?? |
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