More on the drunken meeting with St. Vincent's PM

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'Cruising at 400mph, 38,000 feet above the Atlantic and that's Orlando Bloom over there, totally pissed, gurgling and mumbling something to Johnny Depp about getting butt-slapped by the blade of a rapier. With every bottle of red wine sunk, and then added to the already cluttered cabin floor, the pair's Colgate-white teeth become gradually blacker. LA is just a dot in the distance. Boy, this is the only way to fly isn't it? Marlborough Light for you Johnny? Coffee laced with Baileys for afters, Orlando? Thanks very much, they'll take the bottle...

Welcome to the High for Mile club. In a stunt reserved for Hollywood's most precious cargo, Johnny Depp has chartered a luxury jet to whoosh himself on the film set of this summer's swashbuckling blockbuster, Gore Verbinski's Pirates of the Caribbean. The five star air-yacht-cum-six-seater booze cruiser has made the hop from Los Angeles LAX Airport to ET Joshua Airport, St. Vincent, Caribbean, in just under five hours. Plenty of time for Orlando, Johnny, Johnny's assistant Sam, Pirates producer Jerry Bruckheimer (plus wife) to get totally gaga on the unofficial in-flight entertainment. Plenty of time also for the welcome party - led by St. Vincent's Prime Minister, Dr.Ralph Gonsalves - to shake'n'vac the red carpet and stand to attention, brass-polished.

The jet bumps down and fizzes to a halt, right opposite the PM's broad grin. He waits. Clunk. Hissssss! The plane's white cabin door slides open and the air-conditioning fugs out on to the dusty Tarmac. Smiles broaden in anticipation. Then drop. Johnny comes out singing in Anglo-LA patois, dancing and hurling his luggage all over the airport: "Ya mon, tis so good to be 'ere in tha Caribic wid you, mon!" Orlando follows up the rear: crawling, bent double with laughter, tears streaming down his face, chocolate liquer lipsticking his boyish pout.'
– Fantastic Voyage, The Face (UK), August 2003


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::nods:: see? good pacing, adequate background, *lovely* punchline.

And I just love those guys, I really really really do.

Oh. And was I the only one to have a brief brain spazz and read "the Mile High club" instead of "the High for Mile club"? Near gave me a heart attack, it did.

Would've died happy tho.

...well. Except for the fact that Bruckheimer was there too.

::brains goes off on a tangent:: Then again, there WAS that picture of them with their arms around each other's waists...

::runs away from all the people throwing things:: yeah, yeah, you probably didn't need that image, yea? ::grin::

Comments

[matchboxforever.livejournal.com]

OMG I thought it said Mile High club til you said anything! hahahaha

That article is great!

[permetaform]

::grins:: thank Blacksmith's Pirate. I got it from their The Reality subsection.

and yea, Mile High club. Johnny. Orlando. ::Brain Spasm::

[matchboxforever.livejournal.com]

Very awesome ;)

LOL Hahaha oh definitely! *grin*

[niqaeli]

For a second, I did read it as Mile High club and went *BLINKBLINK* and then it sorted itself out as High for Mile.

And, man, that story just gets more and more amusing the more I hear about it.