ILX tales of prison/holding facilities

Rolled up cigarettes to console another crying Bulgarian woman.

What got through and kept me in good spirits was "The Dirt" the Motley Cru book I had started reading a day ago. I peeled through it and just past half way. Some kind of connection has formed between me and the Cru. They were their when I needed them.

I played table football with a Bulgarian woman for 1 and a half hours. It was her first ever experience of this, but she was winning by the time we eventually gave up

I spent about a week in Tarrant County Jail relating to something stupid. It wasn't bad, I read a bunch of bad novels (Kay Scarpetta rox) played spades and watched TV. The food sucked, though, so I lost a few pounds.

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Getting let out in the morning was the fun part, this complete nutter was just getting thrown into my home from home as I was getting out. He kept dancing around and talking to the coppers "You remind of that guy, that guy in that film. I forget who. That's right Eddie Murphy! Got a pie in his face. You look like him. Him with the pie."

Made the whole sorry experience worthwhile.

Seriously, wtf?!

First time in jail: wagon rolled up and I got out with the drunks and the streaker (it's his fault I'm in jail, fwiw). I'm gushing because I got pepper-sprayed. The cops are nice enough to shoot my face with a hose and take my contacts out. For those keeping score (and for the amateur (or pro) eye docs) my scrip is -6.5, which means that sans correction I am blind blind blind. Off to the clink. They take the snap, I smile. In the cell I play Roll The Coin with my cellmates. Except for Orange Shirt, because he's a drunk fuck and sleeping it off on the bench. Eventually, they take my statement ("fuck those fucking cops") and we're all released into the welcoming arms of campus security. They're nice enough to drop us all off on the front steps of a raging off campus party. Thanks guys! Sadly, I do not get laid.

Seriously, wtf?!

It wasn't jail. I wasn't under arrest, but in the custody of the Spanish immigration control.

But they seemed to confiscate things depending on how stressed out you seemed to be. A second Bulgarian women, extremely emotional when brought in, had her lighter and cigarettes taken away from her. It doesn't quite make sense to me what good that does.

They didn't even search my bag. I was "tranquilo" throughout.
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The cool bit was being escorted by a policeman from the room, through the airport (a good 15 minute walk) to boarding, cutting the line waiting to board, and at the aircraft door me saying to the stewardess: "This gentleman has some papers which your captain has to hold on to until we are landed in the UK, when they can be returned to me." Then turning round, smiling at the police escort and shaking his hand goodbye.

Kinda confused. You weren't stressed out and you played it cool, you weren't arrested, but you were still held by said control for a while. Did you smile wrong?

i bullshitted that my travel agents misinformed that the Schengen visa rules had changed for my nationality.

Bit pissed off that I'm going to miss Magda at Sonar.

Let's Be Cool. Fly to Spain and get thrown in custody.

By luggage didn't make it back either. Been trying to get hold of Easyjet all morning to sort it.

One smooth mofo...

If you're a US citizen, then I'm sure you don't need a visa for a short visit to Spain.