The following is the letter I have sent to British Airways.
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Dear British Airways,
I had the displeasure of flying with you on the last day of May, 2006.
I was on the 7:30 A.M flight from Gatwick to Reykjavik.
When I arrived a smug little woman, whose nametag read Susan, told me I was overweight. Not that I physically am (I am and that would have been offfensive), but that my bags were. She waved me away towards the customer service desk, where I was told by a smug man named Peter that I needed to pay at ticketing.
There I met another smug woman by the name of Cora. By this point I
noticed that you never include last names on your nametags. Perhaps
you have had to fire so many employees for their exceeding smugness
that you must reuse the tags? Continue reading “Dear B_st_rd Airways”
Swallowing disc 1 is like slow sipping a 24 oz. Tecate — definitely as back porch-style as Frank Black has ever sounded. Perhaps the Pixies reunion has left him longing and feeling as free as ever to recorded a country record. But, don’t be dissuaded, each cut on Fast Man has the mark of Black’s unique, timeless songcraftsmanship.
Today Ken Rudin at NPR’s Mixed Signals blog wrote a post on the Presidents’ project as mentioned here last February.
Rudin, apparently still in need of a good listen, writes:
The songs seem to take liberty with the truth in some cases, and there is at least one obscenity — that involving William Henry Harrison. But people who have heard the offerings tell me they’re pretty good.
I will post an update on the project soon. Meantime, check out these tracks from the compilation.