"You can only survive Vegas if you learn to love it-- and to do that you must first sell it your soul... The reason I was there was to cover two conferences: first the
... by day, I interviewed... At night, I got totally wasted and had adventures.
|What ever was he smoking?|
My favourite was a trip to the Strip, the low-rent end of Vegas, where the clientele is poorer and trashier and the whores skankier... The tackier the better , really , because the more depraved and messed up everyone else looks, the less discomfited you are by your own growing squalor ...
Stage a conference of libertarians, pot-legalisers, gun nuts and gold bugs in a city of booze, whores, gambling and semi-automatics: What could possibly go wrong?"
Delingpole goes wrong again, this time with Harry Potter.