Just got back last week from our fantastic voyage overseas to the UK, Amsterdam and Ibiza...and memories continue to filter in and out.
I figure if I write them down they will stick around.
We were trekking thru Shangri-La* at Glastonbury. Shangri-La is one of the built up "worlds" at Glasto. It reminded me of the slum in Total Recall, but upon further research it seems it was fashioned after Blade Runner.
As our crew was walking quickly by, one of the nanos caught my attention. The nano was really a 6x6 ft container that was all tricked out but shut in by a type of heavy shredded plastic "door" you would put aside in a commercial freezer.
I made my way in and Tony followed me. "WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF FUN! LA LA LA LA!"
Whoa. We found a party of about 8 people crammed in there. Tony busted out his kazoo and started singing along. Tony and I had that song in our head the whole rest of Glasto. And ashamedly did not know it's origins.
Although I can't think of a better way to have been introduced to it.
*according to Wiki: Shangri-La is a fictional place described in the 1933 novel Lost Horizon by British author James Hilton. In the book, "Shangri-La" is a mystical, harmonious valley, gently guided from a lamasery, enclosed in the western end of the Kunlun Mountains. Shangri-La has become synonymous with any earthly paradise but particularly a mythical Himalayan utopia — a permanently happy land, isolated from the outside world. In the novel Lost Horizon, the people who live at Shangri-La are almost immortal, living years beyond the normal lifespan and only very slowly aging in appearance.
Dang those witty Brits! Love em!